Thursday, July 06, 2006

Goalski

I'll let the cat out of the bag now. When Walter Hadlee led the NZ Cricket team to England in the 1940s, they knew they could never expect to win a test let alone the series, so they set more realistic goals for themselves - scoring x many centuries, winning x many county games, and attempting to draw a couple of the tests (They drew all the tests and bettered all their goals btw).

So in much the same way that Hadlee approached that tour I tackled the Football world cup virtual. I knew winning the virtual was nigh on impossible, so I had one main goal. Beat Angus. You see football is effectively his home turf, his castle if you will. This goal of mine was the equivalent of Millwall storming Old Trafford, or Horowhenua winning at Jade Stadium.But as it turns out - the Emperor is Naked!

Now to be brutal, he basically wasn't much chop. Angus will blame the Japanese, but the reality is that mine and Karen's football knowledge is superior to his. Frankly this morning he embarassed himself - picking Portugal - knowing everyone else would pick France in the hope it would come off - so he gets points and no one else does. But no, that call now means Angus cannot catch me - even if I don't make further picks.

Ahh the satisfaction.

3 comments:

karen said...

picking portugal wasn't the smartest move. even if they did win, why support the team that knocked your team out of the competition, killing all your dreams and desires of england winning the whole thing?

beetlebum said...

maybe its masochistic behaviour?

gus said...

I'm not biting