In another masterful display of spectacular soccer, the Dutch team beat the French. Whupped them. Hacked them to pieces. Slaughtered them. Spat upon their aspirations, cut them off at the knees, stamped upon their unborn, and destroyed any and all hope of French honour.
Massacred 'em, decimated 'em, utterly smashed 'em.
Final score Netherlands - France: 4 - 1.
To repeat: The Dutch beat the French by four to one.
Neener, neener, neener.
Okay, now that we have that out of the way, let's look forward. There are sixty thousand ecstatic Dutch soccer fans in Berne, it's the middle of summer, and the weekend is just starting.
Did anyone mention beer?
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No fromage throwing in here?
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=holland+-+france&search_type=&aq=f
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