Darke, describing a Ducth player, declares he’s “…a small little terrier of a mid fielder.”
It’s anybody’s game early 2nd half. “Looking for the little flick-on … but nothing comes of it.”
The Ski Bum needs just one goal to be tied with Spain’s David Villa in the Golden Boot competition. That’s a hellluva prize, eh? “The Golden Boot” Let’s see, if other occupations and pastimes gave out prizes, you could award the Golden Fork to a restaurant-goer, the Golden Skillet to a chef, the Golden Plunger to a plumber, the Golden Spliff to a reggae star. And so on.
Uruguay hasn’t reached the quarter finals in 40 years, since 1970. “Forlan a flick-on!”
“I think they fancy they might pull off the shock here…” Darke, describing Uruguay’s presumed mental state given the confidence with which they’re playing.
John Harkes follows up. “bllahhhheeeeasshhhhhaaanbllahshhhhhhhhaaaaahsay.”
Holland has a winger who looks like a young Billy Bragg. He hopes he ain’t crying Levi Stubbs’ Tears when the game ends.
GOAL!!!! The Netherlands, Wesley Sneijder! in the 70th minute. Sneijder now tied with David Villa for most goals during the tournament, five each so far.
“I have a feeling they’re not going to lie down here.” One more from Harkes’ stock of sports cliches.
GOAL!!!!!! Again! In the 73rd minute! Diablo! Robben on a bald-headed header, brilliant strike!
Princess Maxima and Crown Prince William Alexander, Dutch royalty, the camera keeps cutting away from the pitch to show them cheering in the crowd. Thankfully, Bill Clinton is long gone, we’re not subjected to his red-veined mug. Much rather see the Princess who, oddly enough, is wearing what appears to be a guernsey pelt, some odd cape-like garment, black & white like a milk advertisement cow.
The Dutch have really come into their own in this 2nd half. Wonderful control and possession.
Exit the Aspen Golden Boy, the Mighty Diego Forlan, golden locks and all, he’s gone to the bench. If we were still back in the ’80s, he’d pose nude in Playgirl.
“3-1 to Holland, sitting pretty, looking good.”
GOAL!!!!!! Uruguay steals one LATE in the game, in extra time, incredible!
Referring to a last desparate throw-in, Darke shouts about “Uruguay’s very last drink in the Last Chance Saloon!” while Harkes prattles that tired cliche about Uruguay’s “never say die” attitude. What a godawful broadcast partner, oy. And come on, we all lament not hearing the energy and passion of Andres Cantor of Univision.
And then it ends … “DUTCH DELIRIUM in Cape Town! They’ve held on!” Holland in the World Cup Final.