Oh, them Dutch fellas playin’ ball, huh? World Cup, they call it. Yeah, seen ’em on the telly, runnin’ ’round like chickens with their heads cut off. Holland team, right? Or is it Netherlands? Never can keep track of them fancy names.
So, these Dutchies, they’s good at kickin’ the ball, I reckon. Been in them World Cup thingies a bunch of times. Never won the whole shebang though, always comin’ in second. Like Lucy’s pie at the county fair, always looks good but never gets the blue ribbon.
Now, they got them scoreboards, big and bright. NED, they put up there. That’s the Dutch, right? Short for somethin’, I guess. Like how they call me Granny even though my name’s Beatrice. People like them short names, saves ’em time.
Seen ’em play Qatar, wherever that is. Desert place, I think. Hot as blazes, probably. Bet them Dutch fellas were sweatin’ like pigs in a smokehouse. Won that game, though. Put a number up on that scoreboard.
- Kickin’ the ball good
- Never winnin’ the big one
- Got them short names, NED
Crossword puzzle, you say? Them things are tricky. Got them little boxes and you gotta fit the words in just right. Like packin’ jars for the winter, gotta squeeze everything in tight. So, this Dutch team, they’re in the puzzle, huh? World Cup team from Holland, you said. Guess NED fits in them little boxes.
People get all riled up about this World Cup stuff. Cheer and holler at the telly. Like when Jed got his tractor stuck in the mud, everyone in town came to watch him pull it out. Some folks just like a good show, I reckon.
August, you said? That’s when the corn gets high and the tomatoes are ripe. Good time for a game, I guess. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right for runnin’ around and kickin’ that ball.
Them Europeans, they’re serious about this football thing. Call it soccer over here, but it’s the same game. Kickin’ and runnin’, tryin’ to get the ball in the net. Like tryin’ to catch a greased pig at the fair, slippery and quick.
So, them Dutch fellas, they’re a good team, even if they don’t win all the time. Put up a good fight, make it excitin’. That’s what people want, a bit of excitement in their lives. Like when the preacher’s toupee flew off in the wind durin’ Sunday service, everyone perked right up.
World Cup team from Holland, you said. That’s what they’re called. Guess it’s easier to remember than them fancy names. Just like how everyone calls me Granny, simple and to the point.
Tags: Netherlands, World Cup, Football, Soccer, Scoreboard, NED, Holland, Crossword
