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No one better fucking post the match results before I get to see it. here is the reason why.....The begining of Mccutcheon's World Cup journal 2002.

It's not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to be in Seattle on May 31st 2002. I'm supposed to be in Saol, South Korea with my good friend Joon embracing the World Cup kickoff. But it figures. I'm a waster. Life passes me by and my plans never get kept. My dreams don't come true.

When Les Bleus won the World Cup on their home turf in 1998 I had just moved back from Paris the year prior. I was stuck watching it on television at my parent's farmhouse in Wisconsin. I missed all the excitement and cheer. The parties down the Champs Elysia.

I was actually in Paris when the World Cup was in The States in 1994. France didn't make it into the tournament that year. Again I was stuck watching it on television. Though France didn't make it, I played on a soccer team in Paris and would watch with teammates and friends in local pubs around the city. It was a fun bleary month. It's amazing how dedicatedly watching sports makes you so unfit.

The only World Cup I have ever attended was in 1990 in Italy. I went to the USA- Czechoslovakia match. Not only did we lose 5-1 but also I had to keep buying beer for the few boisterous Checz fans that made it to Italy because they had no money. This was before the country was separated into two different countries The Czech republic and Slovakia on January 1st 1993. The free beer didn't deter them from laughing at my country and me. On the contrary, it worked in the opposite way. But I also got hugs of condolences and made new friends. I always have a place to stay when I go on a Pilsner Urquil drinking spree in Prague.

The only saving grace was I got to see first hand the female Brazilian fans dancing and drinking up close and personal. There was one girl whose name I can't recall, but she is a girl I will never forget. She made it all worth while and gave me the time of my life. I have been a World Cup enthusiast ever since.

This has to be the worst. Because now the World Cup is in Korea and Japan and with the time difference the kickoffs are at 4:30 am. That wouldn't be too bad, I can actually get up that early or stay awake that late if need be, except most of the games are on cable television and I don't have that.

Finding a home to watch a soccer match that early in the morning is proving difficult. Sure, there have been friends who have sort of shrugged and said they'll leave the key under the mat for me, but when their girlfriends got wind of my idea they said no fucking way. My reputation proceeds me. Too many times I have drunkenly sprouted the virtues of football and beer. They have to go to work the next day.

I'm frantically searching for people who will set their VCR's for me. Tony assured me his wife Tracey is a programmer with the MSN department of Microsoft and should be able it out how to set a VCR timer. Though I want to watch the matches live! The very English George and Dragon pub in Freemont is showing most of the matches, but two years ago, when the fantastic FFF won the European Cup the games where on at a decent hour and I had a bike then. This last winter my bike was stolen. Trying to get across town- there are too many lakes and waterways in Seattle and we don't have a subway- by 4:30 am kickoff is just too much.

I'm starting to feel injured like so many of the soccer stars (Zinedine Zedane, David Beckham, Louis Figaro and Kassey Keller) in this World Cup. Maybe I should just pack it all in and give up like Roy Keane the surely ex captain of Ireland.

No! I have to have more resolve than that. This is the sporting even of my life and only happens every four years. I only have a few more decades left of World Cups in my lifetime.

fuck! i never felt so bad for you , but that sucks, your predicament. tell you what. i am painting my house very early in the am. robin,my roommate and i have a tv out on the back porch with couches and a fire pit. we always leave our door open, come watch it here. that would be fun for me too!

I went to buy a coffee and someone said to me, "What's new?" I said the World Cup started. They said they, "don't follow horse racing." I tried to explain, and they asked, "Is it true they can't use their hands?"

I'm in the worng place.

Bloody fucking Stuart Maclean...Okay i didn't want to admit this but I missed the first match. But I had two friends-just to be safe, tape it for me. I had just sat down to watch it when I get a call from Stuart asking about the film 24 Hour party people, he wanted to know if I was going to go. I said yes, so we were both sorted for tickets. it's the first showing in the States. Just as he is hanging up he throws in "What do you think of that France lose?" Man, I had almost made it through the day, I avoided the internet, tv, newspapers, and friends and then bloody fucking Stuart Maclean ruins it all.

Now what do I think of the France loss? Merde! All the France players play in other countires in superior leagues outside of France. The whole Senagal team plays in France. On paper it shouldn't have happened. Well there you go, the beauty of sport and the upset.

!!!! seven to fucking zero in the 88th minute of the game right now of germany against saudi arabia. fixed those osama-lovers' wagon for good.

this is the kind of surprise i like and it looks like its gonna be a super summer. einigkeit und recht und freiheit i say, bierhoff vor noch ein toor!

8:0 in the end! miroslav klose shot three.

sorry to have posted this mccutcheon, my enthusiasm got the fucking better of me! it won't happen again i hope

i mean, i promise! really!!! it won't happen again.

Well, since *you* posted it - GO GERMANY!!!!

That was amazing! the final shot total was like 26-3 Germany, or something like that - it was total domination!

As fitting as the 7-0 blowout of Colorado by Detroit in the stanley cup semi-finals last night!

Wow!

So, last night I was stuck in an Irish pub watching Ireland get creamed by the talented and fit Cameroon squad. That was the first half. Ireland came out strong and tied it 1-1 and The Lions fell apart. Both teams were lucky to go away with a draw. This was definitely a tale of two very different halves. The bar owner had to splice the cable so we could get South American ESPN2. The commentary was in Spanish and the warm up show had all these girls with soccer balls over their boobs. I like the way they do this down in Latin America.


Oh lay oh lay oh lay o!!!!!!!

SAPPORO, Japan (Reuters) - Saudi Arabia coach Nasser Al-Johar admitted he was left helpless by his team's collapse in their 8-0 thrashing by Germany in the Sapporo Dome -- and said the result signalled a "sad night for everyone in our country".

Now if the USA gets thrashed by the high power scoring machine of S.Korea I wonder what Bruce Arena would say. Maybe something like this...

"Our boys tried their best and defeat hurts but since no one knows we even have a team the country won't mourn our poor effort. Go Lakers!"

Hee hee! I'm going to send Ooh the movies I shot of our drunk master of literature this morning I'm going to have to play them for McCutcheon because I doubt he'll remember a damned thing from the last 48 hours.

McCutcheon the fan came home at 5:16 a.m., waking me for work. Pity I had to be there at 5 and really didn't want to go.
Lucky he came home from the late night sports watching session at Kincoras. Saved me from having to do an honest days work. I made him go get water and gatorade while I called in sick, but he neglected the water and came walking back in with a small bottle of gatorade asking "what else was I supposed to get???"
Ah, never mind the water as long as he was gone long enough for me to make up some excuse and not have a lot of noise in the background.
Somehow Mc managed to shed every article of clothing while standing in the livingroom waving the gatorade around and shouting about watching 4 games in a row followed by asking me when I was going to the store to buy beer.
Once we established that 6 am is the soonest that beer can be bought, valium was produced and ingested with a red wine chaser.
We woke up 4 hours later with all the windows in the house open (frickin' ice blooded people), blinds open, and Mc and I on my bed waking from our stupor.
I must say that I like this world cup stuff. It gets me valium and liquor and a sweet back kissing back rub. And I didn't even watch any games!
We are now listening to Joy Division very loudly and McCutcheon is shouting quotes at me. I'm having problems typing them because he just randomly shouts them while I'm writing something else.
Ex:
"If Tony Wilson is an asshole, than what are we?
He's got the best taste in music I've never met."

yeah, I haven't slept in two days but what is new. i have a new story going up soon and the novel is almost done. we have been listening to Primal Scream and Joy Division. and yes I'm fucking naked but so what? four football matches in a row and still going strong!who played? can't rememeber.......

wow! i didn't know you guys still kicked it. is it the valium i gave him from march?
whAT TEAM SAVED A DOG FROM BEING EATEN IN SEOUL?

Nah, I think it was stuff he swiped from his sister.
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