...and it's 1-0 Slovakia.
Oh dear... I wonder if this year I'll be subjected to another drunken phone call from Chevon, only this time the tears will be of pain instead of joy cos her beloved Italy crashed out without making it into the final 16. That would suck, them being defending champs and all. And I'd have to deal with drunken, depressed Chevon and distraught, devastated Nathan.
Oh well, here's hoping they win! Because not only would it be a crying shame for the defending champs to put up such a paltry show but it would also be a crime for the WC to lose such a damned fine looking man like Fabio Cannavaro this early in the tournament. That tragedy alone would be enough to send me into a tailspin of despair.
So come on Italy. Get your bloody act together man!
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