Am dat si la fete sa bea

In lumea asta nu exista coincidentze. Ci doar lucruri profund semnificative, care se intimpla unul dupa altul pentru ca zeii le-au pus asha.

In cazul nostru, succesiunea de fapte sortite de soarta este urmatoarea:

- Ieri, pe un vint demn de o cauza mai buna, traversam pe bac Dardanelele inapoi catre casa. Europa in fata, Asia in spate, vintul in mutra, vapoarele peste tot, spuma marii, creasta valului, pescarusii, Ataturk, steagul rosu pe deal, eroii de la Galipolli, fortaretele bizantine si turcesti care dadeau cu bombardeaua in tine, pinii, apa. Ma rog: the regular touristic stuff.

In acest context de macsima ecsceptzie artistica, istorica, turistica si maritima, aveam in papornitza un Powerade proaspat cumparat de la o benzinarie turceasca. Beau eu, dau si fetelor sa guste, si Florentinei (nu, in general nu dam porcarii la copii; le luam doar bomboane si tzigari - dar acum era o ecsceptzie). Bem, apa trece, turcii ramin, Europa vine, Powerade se goleste.

Buuun.

Trecem Bulgaria (alte peripetzii, alte articole), ajungem noaptea tirziu acasa. Prea obosit pt the usual perusal of the useless blogs.

Vine dimineatza. Facem cafeaua. Desfacem bagajele (mai mult Flo). Mergem la piatza (mai mult eu). Cumparam Hamburg - o glory! o bliss!. Mincam micul dejun. Ne aducem aminte din nou de drumul prin Bulgaria (brrrr!, cum spunea Ticutza). Ne aducem aminte de Troia si de Ephessus si de balaceala (hmmmm. yummmie! cum zicea Bart). Si ma apuc sa ma dau, dupa o saptamina si restul zile de pauza, din nou pe Internet.

Si ce gasesc?

Aceasta magnifica de minunata de rautacizant de mishteaux reclama care ce face? Imbina Powerade cu rugby.

Deci cum va spuneam : nimic nu e coincidentza. Totul e orinduit de soarta, de Zeus, de Artemis, de Cybele, de Dagon, de The Great Spaghetti God in the Sky.

Noroc ca zeii sint foarte habauci si non-lineari in capul lor si bulibashesc lumea asta de numa-numa zici ca e tot o intimplare si o aleatoritate. Ce sa le ceri: creer de zeu.

:wink:

Hai, uitati-va si ginditi-va cum au putut astia sa se distreze la filmari.

Courtesy of Rugby Tweet Meet.

PS: Pentru voi ashtia multzi si neshtiutori, pentru care balonul oval e o gresheala de constructzie: toti figurantzii aia mari si uriti si nasoi la fatzau si cu moace de brute sint oameni adevarati. Mai mult, totzi, dar totzi, sint jucatori ai echipei nationale a Angliei, care la RWC 2007 (Rugby World Cup) au ajuns, in ciuda neincrederii generale, in finala.

Sau, cum spunea nefericitul protagonist al acestei reclame: "Thank you, mr. Shaw."

:rofl:

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Am fost, am vazut, am cheltuit, am enjoyat. Pana pun mai multe, dig this:

Cand face tipul pan spre dreapta, spre buturi, acolo undeva in spatele lor, pe randul 16, sector Q :P suntem shi noi. Toata floarea cea vestita a Rasaritului Europei, de la Mizil la Botoshani shi de la Telega la Oneshti. O gashca de highschool mates imbracatzi in toate tricourile pamantului de rugby. Si eu, care le faceam un crash course privind regulile elementare ale rugby-ului, in timp ce disperatzii butonau disperatzi pe saracia de Blackberry.

It was fun. I'll tell you later :)

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Jerry Collins, here we come!

For all those of you not reading this: repent! Mâine plec. Mâine mǎ duc. Mâine ne ducem. Auzi tu, bre? Gata. It’s a deal. Mâine searǎ plecǎm în Scoţia. Duminicǎ searǎ vedem Scoţia vs Noua Zeelandǎ. On Murrayfield, the heart of Scottish pride.

Auziţi voi, bre? Noua Zeelandǎ. The All Blacks. The Mighty All Blacks. Live. 3 D. În carn… [scratch that] în beton şi oase. Ne ducem sǎ vedem cum îi sfǎrâmǎ prin distrugere pe scoţieni, la ei acasǎ. Pe Murrayfield, la mama lor.

Aşa cǎ, vǎ rog: invidie. Admiraţie. Leşinuri. Aud? Aud? Acolo în spate, suspinǎ cineva? Naşpa. Aduceţi o gǎleatǎ cu apǎ.

Eat this, pânǎ mǎ întorc: nişte haka clasice, cu Tana Umaga şi cu “King” Carlos Spencer.

All Black

Şi pentru cei eurocentrici, ia-uite ce o sǎ ascultǎm noi în începere, înainte de haka. The Flower Of Scotland. The might of Celtic pride. On Murrayfield, where’ll we be heading tomorrow evening.

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Damn! Damn damn damn... :(

We were so bloody close. :(

I'll just post my fresh comments I've just made on AussieTorrents.

Romania 18 - 24 Italy

First half
Muddy game until now (end of 1st half). Romanians started by making some pretty stupid handling mistakes in defense. One of them was turned by Italians into an unconverted try. Then the Italians had a penalty kick: 8 - 0.

But then the game slowly started to balance. The boot of the Italian halfback started to wander and they missed 3 points. The Romanians advanced to the center. They also missed 3 points from a fairly central place (stiupiiid Dumitrash ). Then the handling errors started to besiege both teams. The Italians looked like having lead in their boots. It seems the Jerry Collins and Ritchie McCaw tackles are taking their toll

The Romanians had two closely missed opportunities to come close by try.

Now it's halftime break. I'll return after the game. Muddy game, slow balls, clumsy playing. The Romanians are not brilliant, but neither the Italians.

Second half
Damn! :(

We could have beaten them.

A different second half. Both teams played better. They've finally decided to change their scorers / kickers and it showed: more points from free kicks - both teams.

But the real difference proved to be in the 1st 10 minutes, when the Romanians managed to score twice. Two tries, one from a rolling maul well handled (the try needed the video referee), a second one from a great forward pressure and nice team effort. Tincu, our hooker, scored brilliantly. In fact, Tincu I think was the best player of the Romanian team and, perhaps, of the whole game.

But then the Italians were all over us and we saw a yellow card - some doubtful penalty for a line-out infringement. Meanwhile, Tincu was blood binned (I feel tempted to revive the conspiracy theory - nope. I won't) and we suddenly were in 7 forwards (a flanker was sin binned) and with our hooker Tincu blood binned. The scrum was unbalanced, the Romanians couldn't hold it and the Italians were finally awarded a penalty try.

Then the Romanians managed somehow to hold the line and we had our flanker back. Then the Romanians flared in good Latin spirit and managed to receive two penalty kicks for talking / contesting the referee decisions. Here goes 6 points - exactly the difference the Italians won.

Finally the score was 24 - 18, with the last minutes seeing the Romanians in attack, but to no avail.

The bad thing is that we lost. The good thing is that the team showed some great fighting spirit and that we were close to winning. Moreover, the whole stadium was behind us, cheering the Romanian efforts and booing the referee. I think he took several doubtful decisions - but who am I to judge him.

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A inceput!

Campionatul mondial de rugby a inceput cu un soc: Argentina a batut Franta. Meci de mare dedicatie, in care nishte argentinieni porniti rau pe viata au dat cu cracii in sus niste francezi cam pampalai si netreziti inca din somn. Daca vor juca asa si cu Irlanda, vom vedea marea surpriza a campionatului: cum francezii cei ingamfati si dornici sa-si treaca in palmares titlul lipsa de campioni mondiali se vor intoarce de-acasa acasa, cu coada intre picioare. Cum zicea John Wayne, suparat pe scenariu: That'll be my day... :)








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