Mad indeed. The tables have turned.
Imagine this…a regular dinner of 3 guys and 3 gals. The gals are talking World Cup, the men just sit there quiet and grinning, wondering what the hell we were talking about.
Gone are the days when us gals are merely World Cup widow, ditched by the men who could rip themselves away from the TV. Nowadays, we are the one who stay up to watch game.
We know the schedules by heart, the groups, the winning and losing team. We talk about strategies, attack and defense. We know the teams and their players.
We debate who is the better player, and of course the better-looking player. We praised their great talents and scorned their unsporting antics. We even rate the coaches’ looks, fashion sense and mannerism.
We memorized the score of every game and the goals, down to the minute it was scored.
We even talk about how people bet on games these days.
As Andrew very well put it, if we were World Cup bimbos, we were certainly very professional. We have all bases very well covered.
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