God save the sportsmen...

First of all I need to say that even though Iceman is THE MAN, last week in London I really felt for English sportsmen. I mean last week for English sports was like Finnish national team whole history against Sweden in important ice hockey games (excluding Nagano Olympics and Stockholm -95). On wednesday Wayne Rooney was building up the national pride by scoring in cold Moscow, just to give out a penalty and see Russia sail to a vital 2-1 win in their home ground. Meaning that making the Euro 2008 is out of England's own hands.

Then for 3 day the whole nation is struggling to finish the working week and popping nitros to prevent the stroke before the Rugby WC final on saturday. And even though thei own golden boy Johnny Wilkinson is back after injuries, South Africa cruises to a clear win leaving English team to get drunk with only silver medals around their necks.

When the strongest still had the nerves and courage to turn their TVs on or head to the local pubs to see boy-wonder Lewis Hamilton cruise a little sunday drive and clinch the world championship title, Mrs. Fortuna has already decided to turn her ass towards the young pilot. First Hamilton gets overtaken by the Iceman in the start, making Lewis panic and go wide in the 4th corner and when everything still seems possible, McLaren car does the same thing that it did to Kimi Raikkonen so many times in the previous years... The Iceman cruises to a dominant victory leaving Hamilton and the whole nation empty handed after the week that was supposed to be full of glory and gold...

No victorious and certainly not happy and glorious...