As a lifelong lover of football I’m glad to see and hear the back of the US Soccerbowl shenanigans and malarky.
It all started with a sick-making schmoozefest when Johnny Infant gave a shiny new toy he’d just created to the King of the Nation of Dumbfuckistan.
Bit parts were taken up by neighbours Mexico (who know the game) and Canada (who make a reasonable pretence). But it was centre stage for the self proclaimed centre of the universe to show what contempt for the rest of the world looks like.
A game of quarters was invented so that income generating ad breaks could take priority over a format that has been cherished by the rest of the world for more than 150 years.
Then Johnny brazenly bends the universal rules at the behest of King Fuckwit. A red card with automatic suspension is itself suspended for a year (whatever that means). A futile attempt to help the almost mediocre home nation. Justice is seen to be done when the home of the pissing boy statue (Belgium) obliges by doing just that to Dumbfuckistan.
All that was needed then, to complete the diabolical insult to the game we love, was an extension of the universally enshrined half-time to accommodate more Dumbfuckistanary.
Oh, we have that covered, chirped infantile Johnny. Another key definer of the beautiful game is bent and twisted to meet the ugly demands of ignorance in power.
But Juno, why boycott the beautiful game just because lipstick has been added to a pigs lips, I hear people say. Surely you’re depriving yourself of something you love, the crowd try to remind me.
Until we speak again, the personal challenge to boycott the American shitshow is successfully completed. No minutes watched throughout a whole World Cup. The first time since 1978 (when I just happened to be a student with no access to a TV). A tournament which by the way included Argentina in the final against a European team… somethings don’t change, except for the identity of the victors.
JUNO's VIEW 