Dreams & passion.

Trinidad & Tobago vs. Sweden.

And the oh-so Swedish Swedes were fucked right up the ass by the sunshine from Trinidad & Togabo. Of course, only 0:0. But it almost felt like Trinidad & Tobago won. Come on, it was Trinidad & Tobago.

A sensational match. Touching. Passionate. An underdog team which was playing happily, passionately with high teamwork (and of course quite some luck)- first-timers of the World Cup finals. How could they suddenly crack up at some point of the game? Just how could they? They got an unfair red card against them, i.e. they were playing 10 against 11. The cameramen did not catch how all the laughing and talking started. But the team was slightly cracking up about something. In a god damn world cup game. In their first fucking world cup game in which they were looked down on by every single one before.

Yorke was surprising. Once Man. United star striker and a big playboy himself, has gone through a completely metamorphosis. He was the libero/sweeper of the team this time. And he actually did quite well. Geez.

The game was more touching than most movies I've seen. More shocking and stunning for sure. I saw a team working hard for their dreams, while not losing the fun within it.

Hope I will be like that when it comes to theatre.

P.S. While Wilhelmsson of Sweden is a pretty good right midfielder, he's also quite a good actor- jävla Svenskas.

P.P.S. Larsson is an exception. He is good.