A scandal, but hey, at least Sweden won...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=wD9o0ObKvn0

You may have heard about what has been called 'one of the blackest nights in the European history of football'. If you have, then you know that this refers to game that was played between Sweden and Denmark, yesterday, Saturday.

The link above will redirect you to a film on youtube that shows all the best parts of what happened. There's a Swedish commentator, but even if you don't really understand what is being said, you'll probably enjoy the footage, at least.

At the time in the game when this happens, the score is 3-3. Sweden started the game in a ferocious pace and had scored three goals within the first 25 minutes, but the Danes successfully worker their way into the game and had, by the 75th minute, equalised. In the 88th minute or so, Danish player Poulsen punches Swedish Rosenberg in the stomach; this goes down in the Danish penalty box. The head referee does not acknowledge what has happened, but fortunatly, his line man has, and calls it to his attention. Poulsen is given the red card and Sweden is, in the last minutes of the game, given a penalty. And here, everything goes very wrong...

Sweden is in the end given the victory - the final score is set to 0-3. I was seeing all this down at pub and I was enjoying myself unexpectedly much (seeing that I lost most of my interest for sports some years ago). However politically correct it may be to condemn what happened at the game, people weren't really too sorry, and I suspect that more than one or two toasts were called out in the honour of Poulsen, and his fellow hooligan.

Besides this, I am not exactly wearing myself out at the moment. I've been down for a couple rounds to the library, and hence built up a stack of books that have to be read. I am currently reading Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath and it is, thus far, a very pleasant read. I have also taken the time to catch up with music; I recently acquired Björk's new CD and it is, which surprises me, thourougly listenable. I also urged dear Jon the other day to get a ticket for Roskilde as soon as possible and, luckily for him, as he may have notified you, he managed to get what I suspect must have been one of the last 100 tickets or so.

I hope that you're all doing well and, by the way, never try Newcastle Brown Ale; if someone would have told that I was in fact drinking bear piss, I wouldn't have hesitated to believe him...

Ted