France rules.

I've got to work tomorrow, so forgive me if this rambles incoherently.  See it's my Father's Day today and I've got virtual carte blanche around the house.  Yet, I'm surprisingly still standing and that may not last long, so let's get it on like Missile Command.  I'll keep the United talk to a minimum as it's World Cup time.  The big stories?

France -    Solid work, France.  Getting Le Sulk completely committed was always questionable, but somehow you've done it.  I see you skating through to round two and beyond.  Viva!

England -  (This was taken from an actual drunken conversation that I could have had with England)  What the fuck?  Seriously...don't talk to me like that, England...I know Robert Green shat the bed, but you really can't put one past Algiers.  I mean, is that even a country?....It is?  I apologize, but that doesn't answer the question.  Not one against Algiers?...What?...Don't you start with me, Terry.  Doesn't your dad sell coke...Yeah, let's cool this down before you get hurt.  Keep walking, bitch....(back to England)  All I'm saying is play like men...Don't you start, Rooney...Fuck me?  Where's your touch gone, Roo?  Fuck you....I know, I didn't mean that.

U.S.A.  -  Yeah, we got jobbed for sure.  But how about not giving up early goals to shitty teams?

Cameroon -  Still like saying your name.  It's like we hardly met...

Spain -  What the fuck?  Don't make me drunkenly get on the horn with you guys too, I don't speak Spanish at all.

Mexico -  Holla, Amigos!  Queso estad!  Chicharito, compadres!

And what the hell is up with Nemanja Vidic?  I know you're leaving United, Nemanja, that's no excuse for blindly throwing your hands up at that cross, it was like a kid throwing his glove up to a baseball that obviously a home run, but this wasn't a home run, Nemanja.  The ball was clearly going out of bounds.  So as a current member of United, please, quit acting like an asshole.   You can do that for Barca or Real in a few months.