With a cunt of a referee in charge, it was never going to be enjoyable watching Colombia struggling to overcome 12 men. The referee refused to see what was before his eyes and take any action to stop the likes of Fernandinho stifling James's efforts to give us some real football. Brazil, led by the moaning manager, Scolari, the most hard-done-by fucker on the continent (so he'd have you believe) were dirty little bastards. Okay, Colombia did manage to offend as well, but nowhere near as much, and the complete lack of consequence for the Brazilian fouls was criminal.
2-1 to Brazil, then. It was always going to be a win for Brazil, and the referee was just there to make sure that happened. No sympathy for Neymar, who (as shown in a previous post) does more than his fair share of fouling and elbowing in the throat.
The other night, I watched the game between Belgium and the USA. The general sportsmanship was good, there was little moaning, pleading and appealing, and the commitment was outstanding. Contrast that with tonight's whinging fuckers and I'd take the other game every time.
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