Musings from TC on Portugal-Holland

A bar room brawl?
An Olympic diving contest?
A massive mutual temper tantrum?
All of the above?

Bad decisions abounded everywhere, both on and off the pitch (Ruud, what
did you do to get yourself superglued to the bench?) The Netherlands
totally dominated possession, but all of there passing was mostly worthless
as far as accomplishing much. Portugal persevered somehow, but lose a
bewildered Deco, because he picked up the ball and wasted time? A disaster,
yet I couldn't look away!
What next?

Well, a match with the Vanilla ice cream of the World Cup, namely England.
Sure, everyone likes Vanilla ice cream, and yeah, you can gussy it up with
flecks of Vanilla bean or something (like a Beckham set piece), but overall
it is still something rather ordinary. Somebody better provide these lads
with some sprinkles at the very least, or there ride is about to end at the
hands of some ruffians...