To the good ole days.
>Spainish midget passes to Spainish midget
>Spainish midget passes to Spainish midget
>Spainish midget passes back to Spainish midget
Spainish midget passes to Spainish midget
>Spic Chilean get the ball
>steps over the ball
>middle-class crowd creams their pants nearly spilling their latte
>passing to Italian winger who is caught in two minds on whether to fall over or move forward as a opponent approaches
>pass back to a clearly homosexual right-back
>the crowd is losing its collective mind that the Italian didn't dive on the grass
>passes to a Coon
>Coon actually moves forward
>crowd goes wild
>texting their daughters to stalk said coon as his only redeeming feature is being able to control a quasi-leather ball after 19 years on earth
>passes-
>INTERCEPTION!!
>huge roar from the crowd as the opposition get the ball
>quickly passes to the Mexican forward
>who passes back to the Spic midfielder
>Spainish midget passes to Spainish midget
>Spainish midget passes to Spainish midget
>passes to manlet Swede
Suddenly the clouds part way, it's Jose Leandro Andrada....
>the crowd is deathly silent
>he runs forward and actually tackles the manlet Swede
>knocking to the ground while simultaneously breaking his chin bone clean in half
>crowd booes so loudly that the referee blows his whistle and cancels the game.
>FIFA hires out assassination expert to kill Jose Leandro Andrada again the next day