for Narfie and the Rabid Little Hippy

FIFA! FIFA! FIFA!

Crochet! Crochet! Crochet!

Futbol! Futbol! Futbol!

🙂  ❤  🙂  ❤  🙂  ❤  🙂

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I would ‘normally’ be all for Canada, who apparently never made the cut this time, then Scotland or Wales, then England. After that, the Netherlands, then Spain. So I’m not doing so well this time around . . . maybe the women’s cup will be better. I watched most of the games last time and the Canadian team were brilliant! Christine Sinclair, oh, my! I like the futbol and I like Aussie Rules rugger (no accounting for tastes, eh? especially for a mostly non-violent sort)  😉  Otherwise, I prefer the individual sports; dressage, show jumping, ice skating, skateboarding, footbag, etc. Not much into sheer brutality, but have seen a few hockey games that qualified as sport. Most memorable was the series between Canada and the Russkies way back in another century . . .

.I was a bit ticked off this time, when England lost and the announcers said England was packing their bags to go home. I took it literally . . . fool that I am! Nearly missed their next match . . .

So . . .

Narfie! FIFA! Narfie! FIFA! Narfie! FIFA!

Rabid!  Futbol!  Rabid!   Futbol!  Rabid!   Futbol!

Crochet! Crochet! Crochet!

LOL!   LOL!   LOL!

And a great sporting song:  The Clash of the Ash!

The last shot of this video is well worth watching!

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12 thoughts on “for Narfie and the Rabid Little Hippy

  1. Well I’ll put my two cents worth in and say that I love Aussie Rules Football. Even made poor Franny and Stevie boy watch a game or two when I visited. Thanks to my mates for allowing me to watch. I don’t like Soccer. It bores me to tears and the players are so selfish when they score. They run around like headless chooks showing off their chests (puleese) and resisting attempts by their team mates to congratulate them. I do like the highlights of goals but that is it! I love when the Olympics come around and Wimbleton, which I’m watching now 🙂 .
    By the way what is footbag??

  2. SOCCER SOCCER SOCCER OY OY OY 😉 Bollocks to the lot of it. Can’t be bothered with ANY sports to be honest. I prefer walking (or being dragged like a fat anchor behind Earl) to any organised sport. As soon as you tack “organised” on the front of it it becomes a vehicle for people to make more money than anyone has a right to make from just running around waving their arms in the air and pretending to fall down a lot and then suddenly you are up to your eyeballs in scandals because most of these “amazing sportsmen” are actually ex ADHD kids who never had time to sit down and learn about socialising and when armed with tonnes of money and all the publicity that they could want (what ADHD kid wouldn’t LOVE to have the spotlight turned on them constantly?! 😉 ) they run amok…sigh…

    • Am with you on the ‘organised’, Narfie, in spite of watching end of year competitions. My younger son is glad that skateboarding hasn’t made it into the Olympics; the older skaters feel that would be its ruination and I tend to agree. But I had to post that after seeing your somewhat pointed remarks aimed at rabid . . . 😉

      • Rabid teases me about the soccer and deserves what she gets 😉 Banter is lifes reminder that we don’t all agree on the same thing and that humour often gets us through where negotiation stands still 😉

      • Yes, I think humour is very necessary; lets us air things that are minor irritants without driving others to murder or worse. Bad puns excepted, of course . . . I also think some of the old strict rules had their place, too. When families live in very small (easier to heat) quarters, a few good rules ensure that most people make it to spring alive without being heaved in the compost bin . . . I know that for many Plains First Nations, the man would move in with his new wife’s family (one tipi, remember) and he and his mother-in-law were not to make eye contact or speak directly to each other. Makes sense, when you think of it; the natural instinct of the Mum to protect her ‘baby’ and the same on the part of the husband towards his new wife. There were rules in Japan, too, when so many families lived in a single room. Good rules and good humour both grease the wheels of human survival, don’t they? I’m working on expanding my sense of humour today, hence the ‘stolen’ funny pictures . . . well, some were sent to me . . .

    • And if my boys had been put in school, they would surely have been diagnosed as ADHD; they both had tonnes of energy from their earliest months; even most heartily kicking before birth; the heartiest kicker became the footbagger a few years later . . . goes to show ya . . .

      • You laugh . . . I remember waking up, kicked right in the diaphragm, middle of the night, struggling for the next breath (well, for a few seconds anyway); we joked then that he would be a rugby player . . . should have followed that first thought further . . . 🙂

  3. I’m not much of an Aussie either as I call it football in a country that labels it soccer too. I hate Aussie Rules football (rugger?) and I don’t watch rugby union or league either. I’m a world cup, every 4 years, kinda girl. 🙂 Must remember not to scream so loud at goals though that I scare both my boys into tears. 😉

    • I can’t believe Aussies call it soccer; what’s up with that? I like the shorter ‘footy’ that seems to prevail in Scotland, so have adopted it. No idea why 😉 My sons’ grandfather played for the Crimson Tide in Victoria when their Dad was young; all five of his sons played rugby, too, but after hearing their stories I never wanted my boys to play. People breaking the opponents’ knuckles in the scrums, stuff like that. But my boys were more ‘manly’ than I expected and now I think it might have been good for them to have had the bonding experience and all, especially to have had that bond with the other side of the family. Who knows? I was such a peacenik in those days; still am in some ways, but have discovered my inner Maeve, I think. Aussie Rules is the most violent of all the team sports, isn’t it? Not sure why I like watching it . . . don’t see it all that often anymore, but did watch the odd game when I lived at the coast. I only watch the footy every four years, too, so am not nearly as rabid as that post sounds 😉 It’s the only game that gets me excited, too. I was wondering what that distant shouting was; now I know hahaha Your poor boys . . . 😉

  4. Ok, maybe your teams aren’t doing so well this year, Linne, but at least you, yourself, have something to show for time spent watching the games! Fabulous!

    I, however, am a typical American and don’t care too much for soccer (dare I call it that?). But, I am an atypical American and don’t care much for football (American style) either. I prefer individual sports – where individuals are challenged as part of the team (alpine skiing, for example).

    One thing I noticed in your post that might qualify me as a word nerd – you used team as a plural “the team were,” whereas in American English, we use team as a singular entity “the team was.” Isn’t language fascinating?

    Have a great Sunday, Linne! xo

    • Yes, Stacy, the crochet is definitely the best outcome (for me, anyway) 🙂

      I think people call it soccer here and in the States to avoid the confusion with American football. But, like you, I don’t care for the American style either, although my Aunty is a big fan and gets quite excited when watching 🙂 I have no English blood (although many of them will be related to me thanks to my Viking forbears), but was raised in the English style, especially at school, so I’m sticking with that. I’m more for Scotland most of the time, to be honest. Must be my musical tastes, eh? I don’t watch sports most of the year, but I generally like the final games, where presumably one is watching the best players. My Dad played baseball as a young man and I can just remember him pitching when I was three or four. We listened to the Stanley Cup (hockey) and the ‘World’ Series (baseball) on radio when I was in school (no telly except for a very few people in those days) and that was it. I got into the FIFA games quite recently, thanks to the Women’s Cup a few years ago and watching Christine Sinclair and our goalie (sorry, can’t remember her name; but simply amazing gymnastics at the goal!!)

      I’m more for individual sports, too, and in footbag and skateboarding, the contestants cheer each other on rather than trying to hurt them or put them down. Much more sportsmanlike. I’ve seen the same with the footy, too; men hugging the other team, helping someone up after knocking them down accidently, that sort of thing. I like it.

      Yep, I use ‘English’ English! Including all the ‘u’s that have been removed in the name of efficiency south of the border. 🙂 I have no worries with language evolving, but forcing it into an efficient shape is too ‘factory’ for me and I will go to my grave resisting!! language is fascinating and I’m glad we share that interest. I can even read US English 😉 although sometimes mentally it feels like I’m stumbling over little stones in my path as I stop for a second on words that are ‘mis-spelt’ in my not-so-humble opinion. Lucky for me, here in the Virtual Village, people have healthy senses of humour (see, there’s another ‘u’, just for you!) and are pretty accepting of all the differences. Enriching, I say. Last thing I’d want would be to live in a homogenized, sanitised world. Variety being the spice of life and all that . . . In any caase, I love ‘word nerds’ and I think I qualify, too. As to ‘team’, it depends on whether you view a team as a single entity or a collection of entities, so either is technically correct, I suppose.

      Wishing you a great day today and always, Stacy! Big hugs to you, too. ~ Linne

Thanks for stopping by my blog! I look forward to reading your comments. ~ Linne

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