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The football world cup is here. I'm thankful that there won't be HSBC Corner Kicks, no British Petroleum Slick Goals, no Goldman Sachs smart Substitutions. I'm glad there won't be advertisements while players are writhing on the pitch. I'm marginally pleased there will be no cheerleaders. I'm happy that there will be no stupored population so thrilled with the gladiators that they'll excuse the basest and wilest of their masters' orgies. I'm looking forward to not having to spend every lunch break of mine talking about the previous night's game. Most of all I'm relieved that Ravi Shastri and Sunil Gavaskar won't be getting wet in their panties and squealing "There's the boss!" every time the camera spots Sepp Blatter in the stands. And I'm glad that after the mayhem we won't see the circus again for another four years. Ah! Innocent times. Relatively, at least.
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Wait, didn't Lalit Modi get suspended? Isn't he now eligible to move over to FIFA and recreate the magic of the same proportions that you dream of (or have nightmares of :D)? Realistic or wishful thinking?
:-D
Just the possibility gives me insomnia. Thanks dude!
Absolutely, but the days are just crawling these days - 11 June looks so far away. As Peter Roebock recently commented, Cricket has to learn a lot from football. It is not just money. IPL has got it all wrong.
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