Anyone else wishing that the Mexican commentator was doing all of the game commentating for the World Cup? That dude is ah-meezing. He makes it so much more fun to watch.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t know anything about
soccer football until I met my husband. He is a huge fan. His favourite team in the Tottenham Hotspurs. It took me a while to even learn how to say Tottenham properly. But, he embraced my love of hockey and became a Toronto Maple Leafs fan for me, so I’m trying to get into soccer a little bit more. At the very least, I won’t roll my eyes when he wants to watch that instead of a true crime doc.
It’s really not the most exciting sport to me. I think I’m used to the level of adrenaline hockey brings – fights and body checking and game blowouts that might see ten or twelve goals.
Soccer is a little slower. If you like to watch men run, then it’s for you. Or if you’re looking for some dramatic acting tips, also for you.
Seriously, this is the worst thing about soccer to me. These grown, athletic men spend more time finding ways to cry and flail around about made up injuries than toddlers do. I have never seen anything like it. Just get the fuck up and play your fucking sport. I’ve seen hockey goalies get a slashed carotid artery from a skate, bleeding all over the ice, and they still want to find a way to get back out and play.
But, I digress…
This week the semi-finals are wrapping up between France vs. Belgium, and England vs Croatia. I am fully on Team England. My husband is Team Croatia, so it’s making for an interesting Wednesday.
For this week’s post I’m going to take a look at crime fiction from each of the semi-finalist countries.Continue reading “Booknerd Wednesday: World Cup Edition”