Now THAT was a good World Cup final! Because it was two evenly matched teams giving it their all? Hell no! The first 115 minutes of that game were brutal. I was half asleep, and it was on at 1:30PM.
No, when the world was ready to let this game go down in history as a bore-fest, the French hero Zinedine Zidane takes it upon himself to rescue this game from the record books of brutality.
I do believe I could read the conversation between Zidane and Materazzi:
Materazzi:Hey, Big Z, come-a here, will-a you?
Zidane:Let go of me, you fiend. How dare you impede the progress of the mighty Zidane!
Materazzi:Hey now, I only want-a to smell this jersey of a-yours-a. (grabs jersey). It's soft as a freshly tossed pizza-pie!
Zidane:Sacre blue! My mother washed this jersey, and my sister dried it. You insult them with your words. Take this (head butt to chest).
Pretty amazing how I could read their lips, since they were speaking in French and Italian, both of which I am fluent in!
You have to admit, that head butt was the coolest part of the World Cup. I think they should allow one such act per team, just to spice things up. Nothing that might seriously injure a player, just something to let them know you mean business. Head butt to the chest, swift kick in the ass, a little Larry-Curly-Moe action with a slap to the face. I don't see a problem with it.
Zidine say he sorry. Zidine say he no do again. This true because Zidine no play soccer anymore anyway.