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The Italian soccer team should be embarassed about itself beyond belief. From the casual observers stand point, they were just about the biggest pack of disgusting divers even making Jacques Cousteau spin in his little French grave.

Yesterday, the American team had the misfortune of playing them in a game of soccer. The Italian team was ill dressed in their jaunty little uniforms, as they would have been much more at home wearing trunks, goggles, caps and fucking nose plugs. Honestly, how can anybody be proud of a team that needs to be carried off the field on a goddamn stretcher because an American ran past them, get to the sideline and then a simple "grazi!" to the ass paramedic dumb enough to haul his candy-ass around as he's ready to rejoin his team on the field for another round of shithop.

The only saving grace was the Italian team scoring on itself. Not adopting the team strategy of falling down and clutching their knees, this dumbass stayed on his feet and decided to give it a talented kick, went "ole!" and knocked it past the goalie. Incidently, the goalie was down on the ground crying about his shin.

Fuck the Italian team. If you're going to play a sport, play the goddamn sport. If you're going to cry your eyes out, get some Johnson's No-More-Tears shampoo and save us your personal embarassment. If you're going to take a dive every five steps, make sure you're in the right goddamn sport to begin with.

And if you're on the American team and reading this: Fuck you too. Score more goals.