If you're going to wake up at 4 am to watch the World Cup, you'd at least like the team you're pulling for to win. But it doesn't always happen. So it was this morning as we made our way to Melbourne's Club Tivoli to join the ex-pats in watching Germany fall to Italy, in what is quickly becoming a trend of last-minute miracles for the Italians (I thought the Pope was supposed to be German). Despite the reappearance of Italy's notorious theatrics that once agained turned the soccer pitch into an Olympic diving event, the Italians won the day simply by playing all-out until the last minute and being in the right place at the right time. That's what the game's all about...
Schade. (although I do have money riding on Italy in the office sweep, so there is a silver lining).
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