<p>It may have been posted before, but the exchange between the players is quite telling when viewed from a different angle. The Italian player’s lips are moving quite rapidly … an amazing feat since his hands do not move at the same time. :)</p>
<p><a href=“http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6394329206252580533[/url]”>http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6394329206252580533</a></p>
<p>xiggi,</p>
<p>Did using a stereotype give you pleasure?</p>
<p>Lip readers would certainly like that angle, although I am not sure just how angelic the two players look…</p>
<p>“xiggi, did using a stereotype give you pleasure?”</p>
<p>Leinad, what do they say about pots and kettles? Or to follow the international spirit of this thread, I should inquire about your failing to see “la paille dans loeil du voisin, et une poutre dans le sien.” </p>
<p>Any more comments about rednecks, preppie’s collars, or envious girls?</p>
<p>“The Italian player’s lips are moving quite rapidly … an amazing feat since his hands do not move at the same time.”</p>
<p>I think you are experiencing confusion between Italians and Sicilians. ;)</p>
<p>please, just for once lighten up - and take a look at video title typo.</p>
<p>Very impressed with your french, xiggi.</p>
<p>Oops, did my joke on preppies offend you? “brutal girls”???</p>
<p>Hey, what just happened?! Your post changed, xiggi…</p>
<p>Nope, dinael! I am not easily offended by comments; it simply reinforces that people usually laugh harder at their own attempts at being jocular, while failing to grasp the humor of others.</p>
<p>PS There is a reason why there is a button called EDIT.</p>
<p>Ouch, that smarts! Or are you referring to yourself? Aren’t we getting a little hot under the (er, popped?) collar?</p>
<p>Anway, did not mean to offend, old thing, please accept my apologies as I fear I have you seeing red (indicated by the two mispellings of my username). I do have real respect for your postings.</p>
<p>By the way, you don’t seriously think that I believe a popped collar is the ONLY difference, do you?</p>
<p>According to this article in the British press, referee Elizondo now confirms that he relied on information relayed to him by the fourth official in his decision to red card Zidane.</p>
<p><a href=“http://icwales.icnetworNok.co.uk/southwalesecho/sport/tm_objectid=17385494&method=full&siteid=50082&headline=referee-confirms-assistant-s-input-into-zidane-s-red-card-name_page.html[/url]”>http://icwales.icnetworNok.co.uk/southwalesecho/sport/tm_objectid=17385494&method=full&siteid=50082&headline=referee-confirms-assistant-s-input-into-zidane-s-red-card-name_page.html</a></p>
<p><a href=“http://www.fifa.com/en/development/refereeing/index/0,1247,74534,00.html?articleid=74534[/url]”>http://www.fifa.com/en/development/refereeing/index/0,1247,74534,00.html?articleid=74534</a></p>
<p>“How Rife is Taunting in Football?” In defense of the bad boys, this article shows how many savvy soccer players, “disciples of the black art of provocation” regularly use and rely on taunting tactics to go for the win.</p>
<p><a href=“http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/world_cup_2006/5168622.stm[/url]”>http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/world_cup_2006/5168622.stm</a></p>
<p>Meanwhile, referee Elizondo is thinking about calling it quits.</p>
<p><a href=“http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2006/teams/france/5178644.stm[/url]”>http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2006/teams/france/5178644.stm</a></p>
<p>Taunting goes on all the time in many sports. Obviously any professional or amateur athlete needs to develop “thicker skin” or he/she will lose it during a game. Opposing players will definitely figure out who most easily loses his cool and will provoke and rib.</p>
<p>I have no idea what was exactly said to Zidane (many different versions), but I find it funny that everyone is so concerned about what incited Zidane’s behavior, rather than the blatant behavior itself. It is somewhat analagous to the obsession with trying to find out WHY anyone would want to destroy the world trade center.</p>
<p>Finally, as far as having a bad temper, it seems the apple does not fall far from the tree. </p>
<p><a href=“http://www.mirror.co.uk/archive/archive/tm_objectid=17368458%26method=full%26siteid=94762-name_page.html[/url]”>http://www.mirror.co.uk/archive/archive/tm_objectid=17368458%26method=full%26siteid=94762-name_page.html</a></p>
<p>What a classy woman!</p>
<p>more confusion. The Italian player’s original taunt questioned the culinary skills of Zidane’s mother, an inflammatory insult in many parts of the world. His reaction was therefore entirely understandable. Reports of her response have likewise become twisted. With her quoted “balls on a platter” she in fact revealed a closely guarded family recipe for the preparation of ram testicles . In this light the head butting incident gains an interesting symbolic significance,…</p>
<p>rorosen: ROFL! She beats Salome, doesn’t she.
I expect the good folks of La Castellane are used to somewhat saltier language than the BTBG folks in Neuilly. There, another culinary reference.</p>
<p>From the culinary discourse of irate soccer moms to the salty sledging of multi-lingual players, the courses served up at this 2006 banquet are varied and spicy. Even if they speak with asterisks. More cream sauce, please.</p>
<p><a href=“The Times & The Sunday Times: breaking news & today's latest headlines”>http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2093-2272194,00.html</a></p>
<p>Buongiorno!
Turns out we were on Lake Garda for the World Cup final, not Como as I stated in the OP. It was beautiful, we were in a section called Gardone Riviera–more than a marketing ploy, as the microclimate there mimics the real Riviera–it never snows there, and there are Mediterranean flora and fauna (all kinds of palms and cypress and those little lizards) all around–while I was told that you could find great skiing in winter within a 20-minute drive. The Alps literally plunge into the lake from an altitude of a half mile or more…in places, it feels more like a very wide canyon, because of the steepness. It felt very much like the French Riviera, and I found myself constantly forgetting where I was and accidentally interjecting French into my rudimentary attempts at speaking Italian. </p>
<p>Game day was interesting. We drove all the way around the lake, and World Cup fever was everywhere. I was also interested in Wimbledon–I was hoping to catch Federer/Nadal–but all I got was shrugs when I asked about it. Wimbledon Schmimbledon–no Italians playing, so it didn’t exist. It wasn’t even on TV. I didn’t find out that Federer had won until I picked up the Herald-Tribune a few days later.</p>
<p>Sunday night was memorable, however. The game began at 8pm, and we learned that nearly everything had shut down in preparation for the match. The concierge at our hotel kindly made a dinner reservation for us at the adjacent establishment–the only place in town serving dinner that night–before racing off to the village square to watch the game.</p>
<p>The place we went for dinner was spectacular, like something out of a movie. We were on a cliff-side veranda overlooking the lake. Grace Kelly and Sean Connery could have walked by arm in arm, and I would have shrugged and said “Oh look, it’s Princess Grace and 007” and gone back to reading my menu. They belonged there. The funny thing was that in this incredible five-star setting, they had set up a wide-screen TV so that guests and staff could watch the game. If you look at the first picture in this link <a href=“http://www.villadelsogno.com/[/url]”>http://www.villadelsogno.com/</a> , the TV was placed about where the first potted palm is located. I began taking pictures surreptitiously because it was so amusing to see the tuxedoed maitre-d’s and dinner-jacketed wait staff trying to do their jobs and watch the game at the same time. I have some great high-five shots, and even a mid-air chest bump performed by these normally super-dignified men over the course of this special evening. Even the chefs were sneaking out to the patio to watch, and one caught me grinning at him, and pantomimed self-strangulation to indicate the tension in the kitchen. When Italy won, they were running around shouting and waving Italian flags, setting off fireworks, and pouring spumante. The moon was full over the lake, and it was really something to see and hear.</p>
<p>glad to have you back, traveler. a few of us tried to keep these rooms lively against the heavyweight angst so addictive to the non-mediterraneans in our midst. marite(who does not speak with a french accent) and I loaded our squirt guns with olive oil and went on a rampage. hope you got the wanderlust out of your system and are energized once more to join the fray. world seemed to collapse a bit since you abandoned your post.</p>
<p>the hotel website has these very neat pages that turn one by one as if flipped by magic fingers. the die diele room is where I’d go to escape merciless sunshine. please don’t hesitate to describe culinary adventures in colorful detail since I am increasingly seeking refuge from the insane world within my mental palate.</p>
<p>rorosen - Why would the Italian insult the Frechman in English?</p>
<p>driver - Sounds like a great time there on lake Como, I mean Garda, oh, but you were in Italy, right, or was it France? Gosh, those places are SO much alike!</p>
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<p>is this like a knock-knock joke?</p>
<p>o.k let’s see,…because lip readers can’t read hands?</p>