My friend Marcus just told me why he doesn't like Italians. He cited the 2006 Soccer World cup. Seven years and he is still mad about it. He said at the game, they shouted chants that, translated, mean something to the effect of: "we won't eat pizza anymore."
I love my friends.
Die (dee) Welt-meister-schaft (velt-my-ster-shaft)=the world cup
I remember a time when we were all discussing a friend of mine not showing up to a meeting because of a soccer game. It was a really important game. Dortmund was playing Bayern and he wasn't going to miss it. As a group of girls sat around discussing it with the leader of our group, who happens to be American, he made the mistake of saying something about the next game interfering with our Wednesday meeting. He said, "he better not go watch when Dortmund plays Madrid on Wednesday!" The girls, none of which are soccer fans, promptly and with one voice almost shouted that he will NOT be missing the next meeting, because the match is on Tuesday, not Wednesday. Even the girls know the schedule.
**none of these girls own TV's or have boyfriends that are soccer fans. They just know.
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