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Writer's pictureAnne L (Agius) Gelicrisio

ALLEZ LES BLUES, CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD, 2018 - VIVE LA FRANCE

Updated: Jul 17, 2018

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What an interesting turn of events leading up to the World Cup. The first match France played was against my own country, Australia.

While standing alongside Australian's watching the match on the big screen of a local cafe/restaurant from the street curb, I was shouting out several times, 'COME ON FRANCE, COME ON FRANCE'.

The Australian falg was mounted on my trolley catching the wind but the French flag that I am particularly fond of, was held high in my hands catching the Sun; it felt like home!

During the match I was getting dirty looks from the Australian's standing next to me who decided to move their support elsewhere, which suited me just fine because standing next to the French people was much more enjoyable.

FRANCE WON AGAINST AUSTRALIA!

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The following week, France won again; but in the third match schedule they were up against Denmark.

This is the only match I could NOT predict becuase I had no answers, however, in the spirit of supporting France leading up to the game against Denmark, I just kept shouting (while waving their national flag high above my head), 'Vive La France, Viva La France'.

IT WAS A DRAW!

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After the match against Denmark, I went to church, fell on my knees infront of the Crusified Jesus Christ, and pleaded with GOD to give the World Cup Victory to the French this year;;; and I feel the Lord Answered. France have won every match after that, leading up to the Grand Final and my pre-match predictions to date have been 100% accurate.

In accordance to my understand of GOD, based on my religious practices and beliefs, the deciding factor for France, was the match against Belguim, not just because it was the Semi-final but becuase Belgium are not amatures - they are experienced and highly skilled - and their backline defence is as competitive as France's.

During the match between France and Belgium (who were both fighting hard to win), neither of them could score from the ground so the winning goal had to come from over the top of all their heads. Replaying the match on You Tube over and over again, I have to agree with the people who have said, 'it was a miraculuous goal'; it was almost as if GOD threw the ball with a top spin right at the head of the French player wearing the No.5 Jersey, who then head butted it into the goals qualifying France to compete for World Number One in the Grand Final. IT WAS THE ONLY GOAL SCORED.

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Belgium proved their force when they won against England on the eve of the Grand Final, Saturday the 14th of July, 2018 (...oh and all that bloody English glory); which makes THE FRENCH THE BEST!

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On Friday 13th, before the World Cup Grand Final, I did not (yet) know who was going to win.

Having gained a reputation for being 100% accurate with regards to pre-match predictions, people were approaching me in the streets at random stopping my trolley to ask me who's going to win the world cup between France and Croatia. I usually have the answers through prayer two day's in advance but this time I didn't have any to speak of till the Sunday morning of the big game (...after the Holy Rosary).

Suprisingly enough I was also asked if I think terrorist were going to strike on that same Sunday (during the world cup grand final); well that's something that anyone could have answered, as we all know that terrorism is an act of cowardness and usually calculate a strike when they know no body is going to challange them. Do you really think that they would run the risk of being outnumbered by hundreds in a crowd celebrating a proud win?

...I mean, not even a marked police car and fire-engines could pass easily without being jumped by people in the crowd cheering and throwing beer on the vehicles, despite putting on their sirens to get passed; and for their tough administration, which is keeping us all safe whether you appreciate it or not, the FRENCH POLICE HAVE MY FULL SUPPORT.

IF TERRORISTS DARE TO TAKE THE FRENCH HEAD ON, THEY WILL NOT WIN AND THEY KNOW IT!

A terrorists aim is to die not to survive, as to survive and be subject to the law would be absolutely shameful and a failure of duty in accordance to their extreme and distorted theory of a GOD - a GOD who 'MALALA' at the Nobel Peace Presentation, said is the GOD OF PEACE - but the ONE AND ONLY TRUE GOD has given NO ONE permission to kill.

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'THOU SHOUT NOT KILL', IS GOD'S LAW and WRITTEN IN EVERY BIBLE, EVEN IN THE KORAN!'

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Early Sunday morning - the 15th of July - while praying the HOLY ROSARY - the message in my heart was FRANCE, FRANCE, FRANCE!

I could hardly contain my excitement but had to discipline myself to continue my prayers uninterrupted until completion.

As soon as I finised, it felt like Christmas and boasting excitement, I ran through the streets pushing a heavy supermarket trolly (that carries my tent and personal belongings) with the French flag hanging off it, shouting out "FRANCE WILL WIN TODAY, VIVE LA FRANCE, IT'S GOING TO THE FRENCH AND THANK GOD!"

Some people agreed nodding their heads and asked me to pray for them, others weren't willing to comit to a pre-match outcome because of the loss France experienced in the World Cup final two years ago.

The most dissappointing behaviours and it's not suprising, came from a group of Australian's who had the cheek to make fun of my faith and call me cray. With a very wide smile from ear to ear (having never failed a pre-match prediction), I replied with, 'there's nothing crazy about truth that comes from GOD, craziness is the bullshit that's coming out of your attitude, the hatred and contempt in your hearts, and the arrogance coming out of your filthy mouths!'

With conviction I went as far as to bet my *dignity on the World Cup Winner in favour of the French. The Australian's had no response and somewhere inside of them, they knew I was right. One of them added before walking away, "why don't you pray for the Australian's too?" ...and I said, "it's becuase you're sooo good at hating refugee's, stealing children from single mothers who are then silenced through the mental health system, and tearing families apart becuase of their aboriginal heritage wanting only a white Australian community, it would be a personal insult to pray for you".

Personally (and I've alrady posted this), I believe the French have endured enough with terrorism since 2015, and a reputation of arrogance UNDESERVED; it seems everyone else is allowed to be proud except for the French; and it never ceases to amaze me that when an Australian say's, 'f**k them all', it's cool but when the French say the same thing, it's suddenly not ok and they are subject to all kinds of labels that stick.

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Just for the record, I do actually love my country but the culture of white Australia, which origniated from English born criminals who arrived on boats as convicts, is an acquired taste and I'm not the only one who has a problem with the culture of the land down under (or should I say, The Palace Prison).

There are plenty of Australian's who haven't got money to go anywhere that say exactly the same thing, I feel fortunate that I've had the opportunity to travel this far and by way of entitlement, gained dual passport into a country belonging to the European Union (all thanks to my mother's birth right).

In a cultural comparison, it is my experience that the French, WITH all their errors and flaws, run circles around the Australian's by 100 times.

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During the WORLD CUP GRAND FINAL on that same Sunday afternoon, as France hit the front, the same group of Australian trouble makers wanted to take their photographs with me, as if they were suddenly proud of my efforts to support the French. Despite not having my consent, they made every effort to align the angle of their camera so that I appear in the back ground with close proximity. It might have looked like we were partying together, but we weren't. I did not appreciate their arrogance and tried to avoid them but being stuck in a heavy crowd, doesn't leave much room for movement; however, I was happy to give my consent to have my picture taken with the French people from the crowd, all of whom were random strangers, in celebration of their victory.

IN SPITE and feeling undoubtly defeated, the Australian's in question put holes in my French Flag with the end of their cigarettes - it was no accident - and they told me, "go fuck the French then".

Careful not to cause a crowd brawl, as this would have spoiled the enjoyment of the World Cup Victory for many surrounding French supporters, I retrieved my flag from their reach and replied with, "well I can assure you that the French have got bigger dicks now that the their COCK is about to become world No.1!" ...and the crowd cheered loudly, as France just kicked the winning goal within seconds of my final word (No.1...). The rooster, also known as the cock, is their national football symbol.

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Heaven help if a French person burns holes in the Australian Flag with his cigarette over an argument while visiting Australia. Could you imagine how the proud Australian crowd would react to something like that and what would happen to him by law enforcement?

I can just about guarantee you, that due to the fact that burning holes in a national flag with intention is a criminal offence, he would firstly be bashed up by the Aussies, then charged by police and finally deported (and black listed from returning); and the Aussies without delay would publish it in the most read newspaper about how the French are the worst tourists and ensure it spreads all over facebook and online social media applications.

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The Australian's did offend me by burning (with intention), cigarette holes in my treasured French Flag, however, justice was served when THE FRENCH WON THE WORLD CUP only minutes later, when I gave the Australian's responsible my middle finger to consider!

People in the crowd were buying me beer, which I stopped at three becuase on an empty stomach, it was going straight to my head; the alcohol, causing me to kiss everyone on the cheek and telling them relentlessly how much I LOVE THEM.

But the Australian's weren't finished, they went as far as to organise a homeless man who later confessed (bribing him with alcohol), to steal my Australian flag from my supermarket trolley - after they ruined my French flag - and therefore, I gave my beloved French flag to two teenage French boys unknown to me who asked for it, who had joined the street celebrations late. Now I am saving for two new flags but it's a small price to pay FOR VICTORY!!!

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GOD BLESS FRANCE

SAINT JEANNE D'ARK, PRAY FOR US

SAINT MICHAEL THE ARC ANGEL, PRAY FOR US

DEAR VIRGIN OF LOURDES, HAVE MERCY ON US, ALWAYS and GRANT US PEACE



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*Disclaimer:

With regards to the information in this post, the Author Anne Agius (Gelicrisio), declares that it's true and correct in accordance to the events experienced on Sunday 15th July, 2018 - the World Cup for 2018 - however, may contain spelling errors;;; that I have never engaged in sexual relations with anyone other than my Maltese husband, Mr Bradley Agius, since departing Australia on December 26th, 2012; nor have I ever engaged in criminal activity what so ever; nor do I smoke cigarettes; nor do I drink alcohol, unless the event is a one off like the world cup that France just won (mentioned in this post); that I am the sole author and operator of all events advertised on this website - https://trentestarehab.wix.com/championschoose-fr; furthermore, I am still legally married to my Maltese Husband mentioned above, and that an International divorce lawyer has not yet been engaged via legal aid (while I am still homeless and unemployed); the marriage to my Maltese husband is still legally binding and intact in accordance to Maltese Law, and there has been no amicable agreement ever made to legally separate - ceasing cohabitation took place on 22nd August, 2014, mainly becuase of his family violence; ref - https://voicebohx.wix.com/anne.




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