El Porompompero

Somethings are too emotional to be said all by yourself. So I'm going to use other people's words to reflect on the next 21 beautiful days, that will be spent watching a beautiful patch of green grass.

“Football, a game in which everyone gets hurt and every nation has its own style of play which seems unfair to foreigners.”
George Orwell

“I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women. Suddenly, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain it would bring.”
Nick Hornby

“To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.”
JB Priestley

“Amongst all unimportant subjects, football is by far the most important.”
Pope John Paul II

“In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.”
Jean-Paul Sartre

“Some people think football is a matter of life and death. It is much more important than that.”
Bill Shankly

“Rugby is a game for barbarians played by gentlemen. Football is a game for gentlemen played by barbarians.”
Oscar Wilde

Comments

Scribblers Inc said…
Best quotes in the longest time...and yes, futbol/football is more than a religion...its an awakening...

wishes
Scribblers Inc.
June 19, 2010 at 4:47 AM
Anonymous said…
world cup fever!! i got one more for you "the only sport better than tennis is perhaps football."
June 19, 2010 at 10:25 AM
Australis said…
Tsk tsk. Another one of you crazy zombies with footballs in place of eyeballs. Tsk tsk indeed! :P
June 22, 2010 at 12:01 AM
The happy traveller said…
Football cup is over, you know...and what a whimper of a final. Get back to your blog
July 28, 2010 at 5:01 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
@scribblers Inc: I stole em, but I stole em good. Non?

@Anon: perhaps huh...

@Australis: heh, and then I read your post

@THT: look who's talking. Ok I just saw. You posted. Sigh. ok ok ok...
August 10, 2010 at 10:36 PM
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