I think that my exact words last night during the World Cup battle between Australia and my current host nation Japan were, "Eat that Japan!!" as the second goal slammed back into the net. After 80 minutes of tension and building bitterness, fueled by having to witness a fairly obvious foul turn into a Japanese goal, it was great to finally get that release. Somehow I also felt that opening the window and yelling "GOAL!" out into the night air was also appropriate. Justice had finally been served.
I also just read an article on news.com.au, which quoted the Australian goalkeeper, Shwarzer, as saying that in his conversation with the Egyptian referee after the game, the ref had admitted and apologised for the mistake in awarding Japan the goal in the first place. The referee had said he was glad that Australia had won, because it basically meant that God's will had been done in nullifying his error.
Well, at least I know that my will had been done, if nothing else, cos for some reason I really wanted to win. I didn't fancy coming into the office today to all the smirking faces of the Japanese teachers and students. I knew that they wouldn't have rubbed it in too much, but that probably would have made it worse, because all the taunting would have been going on in their heads anyway.
Instead, being the victor rocks!
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