Because, in my mind, the French are stubborn. Really stubborn, like a pig-headed pigs seeking truffles in Alscace...get out of my way parce que I'm on a mission...oink oink oink
And the Italians, the other animal group in my animal farm metaphor, are chickens. Not cowards at all, but emotional squawking birds running around, occassionally beaking a goal into the oppossing net. Lots of feathers and wings flapping as they dive melodramatically onto the field, claiming to be pushed by a wayward ham.
Am I mad, or will you get mad at me for describing a group of people as farm animals, maybe a little
But it easier for me to visualize the final match on Sunday as a field full of pigs and chickens than anything else.
So there you go, Pigs 2 - Chickens 1...Viva La Cochon!
Bongo Nutz :0
[This message has been edited by bongo (edited 30 June 2000).]
And the Italians, the other animal group in my animal farm metaphor, are chickens. Not cowards at all, but emotional squawking birds running around, occassionally beaking a goal into the oppossing net. Lots of feathers and wings flapping as they dive melodramatically onto the field, claiming to be pushed by a wayward ham.
Am I mad, or will you get mad at me for describing a group of people as farm animals, maybe a little

So there you go, Pigs 2 - Chickens 1...Viva La Cochon!
Bongo Nutz :0

[This message has been edited by bongo (edited 30 June 2000).]
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