I find it vastly amusing that one of the shortest posts I've ever put up here, that started one of the very few threads I've ever started here, turns out to be my first century thread, and then goes on to become my first quadruple century thread. Most of the things I post tend to be rather longer, and occasionally a bit more rambling, or less succinct, and failing to quite come to the point, if you like longer definitions of how things could be made shorter.
That's me. I either have a great deal to say about something, or nothing at all, and rarely veer between the two poles. I'd intended nothing more than a rumination on Zidane and what it must feel like for him, knowing that he's coming to the end of not just the final moments of a storied career, but also to the end of the only way of life he's ever known. I would have gone on (possibly at length) in that initial vein, too, but as I went about it, he took the very head that I was speculating would be swirling with all of these emotions and slammed it into Matterazzzi's chest. Already having what I thought (for my theme) a very handy thread title, I cut myself vastly short, added my reply, and beat the rush to the thread dedicated to what has already become an iconic moment in football, and will surely grow further still in stature in the collective memory with the passing of time. Mind you, I didn't bother having too much more to do with the thread afterwards beyond another post or two, as it went a touch haywire, what with all the Van Pelting.
So, thanks to all who contributed, and perhaps I'll try another short post soon.
[Edited for drunk-ass typing holes. And mistakes of making sentences nice.]
[ 25.08.2006, 09:38: Message edited by: Lipper ]
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