Brazil Vs Croatia match started off with an extraordinary "own goal". Before settling down comfortably, we watched the score line get active. This year, we are lucky enough to have a couple of cable TV channels broadcast the games.
Even in 2010, we had to solely rely on BTV. Almost everything about BTV is disgustingly horrible and annoyingly intolerable. They used to take too many advertisement breaks, and the advertisements were horrible, too.
The own goal from "Marcelo" of Brazil paved the way for a humorous Meme on Ananta Jalil, whereby he is asking "Brazil er first goal ta ke Marcelo?" and Neymar is replying "Marcelo". By the way, I didn't know that there was a word called "Meme" in 2010. But these days, our facebook posts, updates and even comments are filled with memes. Most people don't even know that they are using a meme, nor do they know how the word is pronounced. It has got nothing to do with the sound "baa baa black sheep" makes, nor is it "ami ami" (me me). It sounds something like "Meem" or "Meam". (Not maim, too).
I was expecting a more attacking style from Brazil. But then again, as it was proven in 1994, they don't really need to go all out to dominate the game. They can limp along and still win the trophy. Argentina struggled and fumbled throughout the tournament in 1990, and yet managed to reach the finals.
The way they won against Brazil was simply outrageous. 1-0 was the score; I still remember the clever pass from Maradona and the precise finish from Caniggia. Bebeto, Kareka and some other people couldn't repay the debt (obviously they were not Lannisters) and Argentina stole a win.
They stole many other wins, thanks to their inhuman goalkeeper Goycochea. Speaking of inhumans, Mr. Ochoya, the Mexican goalkeeper of 2014 stood like an adamantium wall against the new generation of Brazillian strikers. Basically every striker except Hulk, Fred, Jo and Bernard managed to take a few shots at the goalie, and he remarkably denied all these strikers of some fine goals. Among the ones who didn't take a shot at the Mexican goalpost were either sitting in the bench or sleeping in the field, or both.
And this Hulk of Brazil clearly hasn't gone through any gamma radiation, nor is his skin green. He gets angry, but can't smash anything--let alone the opponent team's defense. A dear friend of mine got ridiculed by another dear friend of mine because the former picked Hulk for his fantasy team (fifa.com) and I took the fun (moja nisi).
3-1 against Croatia, 0-0 against Mexico; things don't look too well for Brazil. Especially, all the senior strikers seem too old to score. Only Neymar Junior, who cries a lot, seems to be in scoring shape.
I never liked Scolari that much. He reminds me of Walruses, which are not my favorite animal. He is called Big Phill for good reasons, but I couldn't imagine he'd make the Brazil team look like Varys without the whispering birds.
The game against Mexico was so interesting that I fell asleep multiple times within the poorly invested 100 minutes or so I invested at the late hours of the night to see them play. The secret scroll called Jogo Bonito was stolen by the dragon warrior, and someone needs to retrieve it. Or else, we will see another European giant steal the show. Once again.
And speaking of European giants; one of them fell too hard and proved once again that falling from the top is a lot more painful than falling halfway.
To be continued.
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