Last year when God kicked your ass in Malaga it wasn't just another game. It was a message. Given that many of you Euro-types aren't on speaking terms with the Almighty I'd like to help. The message is (and was): Get the hell off my beach and stay off!
Okay, I can see how you might have misunderstood the weather but this time you got the weather and a volcano. A volcano! Really? Please, Millennium Series, take the hint. You are seriously inconveniencing a sizable chunk of the planet with your obstinacy. And I'm pretty sure the next message includes a plague of locusts.
Cut everybody some slack and get with the program.
PS--God ain't thrilled with you peeps blaming him for your intransigence. He also thinks you're treating some of the teams pretty shabbily. Just saying.