i waste egregious amounts of time parsing so you don't have to.  enjoy.

goalie goal

compilation of goodies

now that's just goofy

le jeu vient en premier

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and now, for some real m4d skillz:

soccer sitting down.  and i don't mean on a couch or down the pub, watching the world cup, playing soccer vicariously over a proscribed liquid-bread beverage.

i don't got game like she's got game.  i doubt i ever will.  nor will the lot of you.

what is this magical sticky shoe compound that turns soccer balls into giant non-bouncy foot-bags?  can you see the strings?  watch closely.  oh, that's right, snap!–there are none.

traffic cones, the lot of 'em

mr. woo–on a not unrelated note, how come you never see the harlem globetrotters play in the NBA?

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and last but not least (actually, i would say this is a case of best-left-for-last):

jhana, not joga. 

quick!  wiki-wiki!  read this wikipedia entry for chinlone, then view the clips on the Mystic Ball documentary site.  1500 years of this stuff, and england is all haughty about making a field and inventing some straightforward rules for it.  i think calling this "freestyle soccer" is just wrong.  in terms of breakneck skill, what parkour is to cross-country running, chinlone is to soccer.  beautiful game, my ass…this is like watching the sports version of baraka.  

methinks watching the world cup is going to be a little anticlimactic now that this stuff is etched in my psyche.  you rule, Burma!  well, except for that oppressive bitch of a military junta thang, and that little Burmese Way To Socialism thang–btw, that socialism word you keep using…i do not think it means what you think it means…Inigo Montoya would like a word with you, military junta, i think you killed his father.  prepare to die. 

what i should have said is that, not unlike in brazil, with its potent mix of extreme poverty (speaking of which) and extreme futsal, your people–your empoverished, crushed people–rule.  with a rattan ball.  too sick.

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