There Was Extra Time.

And by extra time I mean cocaine. However Spain have won the World Cup 1-0 aet.

Tonight the Brits had planned for me to have a fight that would have prevented me watching the match. Obviously that fight did not happen but in the process of me avoiding that fight I ended up drinking a shit lot of alcohol and provoking a row with number 49 Beechwood Avenue. Number 49 is currently occupied by a two parent black family with a tenancy held by the white guy at number 48. The other white guy from number 52 is now back from the Silverstone Grand Prix.

Anyway back to the football. Spain came out determined not to play their usual game. They were helped a lot by a Dutch side who seemed intent on proving that indeed the Orangemen are indeed a bunch of cunts. The English referee, Howard Webb, gave them all the help they needed by not sending all of them off leaving all 11 men on the pitch for the second half. In the second half the Spanish also came out kicking but still the referee could not grow a pair and send anyone off meaning the game went into extra time.

In extra time some stuff happened including the Netherlands Hietinja finally being sent off in the 110th minute and Ineista scoring the winner in the 116th minute. Of course the Dutch complained that this goal was the result of a foul that occurred ages ago far down the other end of the pitch but they' didn't argue too much because if you watched the TV replays then really 7 Dutch players should have been sent off in the first half meaning that Spain should have won 2-0 due to a Dutch forfeit.

Some where amongst all this nonsense I learned that my brother has not returned his forms to the Court of Protection within the time limit. Highly technically this gives the court gorunds to throw the matter out but for tonight, tomorrow and many years to come I'll count that as a win.