'Oy! Handball Maradona!!!
Wednesday, 19. November 2008, 01:19:51
'Dirty' Diego Maradona has defended his foul-ball goal against England which it seems we've still not forgiven him for by pointing out that we won the 1966 World Cup on a disputed goal which he reckons everyone could see didn't go over the line.
I believe you've all got the hang of my inability to understand the appeal of competitive sports by now? Agree with me or not you can't have missed that I know slightly less than next-to-nothing about any sport on the planet.
It must therefore be obvious to everyone on the planet that if even I can see the fault in his logic then it should be fairly obvious to Maradona as well.
Well, unless he's back on the cocain and ephedrine anyway...
Firstly, even I know that we won that game 4-2, so if the goal hadn't been allowed we would still have won, and secondly it was just a disputed goal. The ref made his decision and both sides accepted it, there were no declarations of foul play, just heated discussion about whether the ball crossed the line or not. Maradona on the other hand (No pun intended) was watched by the whole world flicking the ball into the net with his hand. Even he doesn't deny it. The only three people who didn't see it appear to have been the linesmen and the referee. People are still arguing about the 1966 goal, no one disputes Maradona got away with one giant foul. Indeed certain people actually applaud it.
There's the Argentinians, obviously, who saw this as some kind of revenge for the Falklands conflict, but then there's the Scots, who it seems will celebrate anyone or anything that puts one over on the English. I think they're just miffed because eveytime one of their kings ruled Britain he promptly became English...
To me it seems like a kind of strange thing to do, to celebrate the fact that the only way to beat us was to cheat seems rather like admitting that we were better than them, but what the heck? Like I keep saying, 50% of the people watching any competitive sport are going to come out of it feeling bad.
Where's the fun in that?
Why then do I get so much pleasure out of shouting "Handball, Maradona!" at every suitable opportunity? I even wrote a song in which those two words were the whole lyric. I must be unique. I'm the only person in England who's getting any kind of pleasure out of being cheated out of our place in the World Cup.
I believe you've all got the hang of my inability to understand the appeal of competitive sports by now? Agree with me or not you can't have missed that I know slightly less than next-to-nothing about any sport on the planet.
It must therefore be obvious to everyone on the planet that if even I can see the fault in his logic then it should be fairly obvious to Maradona as well.
Well, unless he's back on the cocain and ephedrine anyway...
Firstly, even I know that we won that game 4-2, so if the goal hadn't been allowed we would still have won, and secondly it was just a disputed goal. The ref made his decision and both sides accepted it, there were no declarations of foul play, just heated discussion about whether the ball crossed the line or not. Maradona on the other hand (No pun intended) was watched by the whole world flicking the ball into the net with his hand. Even he doesn't deny it. The only three people who didn't see it appear to have been the linesmen and the referee. People are still arguing about the 1966 goal, no one disputes Maradona got away with one giant foul. Indeed certain people actually applaud it.
There's the Argentinians, obviously, who saw this as some kind of revenge for the Falklands conflict, but then there's the Scots, who it seems will celebrate anyone or anything that puts one over on the English. I think they're just miffed because eveytime one of their kings ruled Britain he promptly became English...
To me it seems like a kind of strange thing to do, to celebrate the fact that the only way to beat us was to cheat seems rather like admitting that we were better than them, but what the heck? Like I keep saying, 50% of the people watching any competitive sport are going to come out of it feeling bad.Where's the fun in that?
Why then do I get so much pleasure out of shouting "Handball, Maradona!" at every suitable opportunity? I even wrote a song in which those two words were the whole lyric. I must be unique. I'm the only person in England who's getting any kind of pleasure out of being cheated out of our place in the World Cup.
WIDGETIZE