Can you hear the thunder?

Enraged Helper Monkey on a Rampage, or this is how we party.

Apologies for the wall to wall World Cup coverage, but it's either that or corporations law until my final exam on Monday. As much as you'd like to hear about corporate finance, AGM's, shareholder dividends and the like, we'll stick with football for now.

Plus, there's a transcendent component, if you'll allow me a slightly tenuous leap of faith. Celebration in sport, on certain rare occasions, is a form of ecstatic release and worship, in which the small 's' self is completely dissolved for a second or two, replaced with a strange type of ecstatic communion. Think I'm talking out my arse? Then watch this clip, of five Aussie fans celebrating after the Japan game. They might sound like enraged bonobo monkeys (it's absolutely hysterical), but that's communion with the divine if I ever saw it.

NB: Although this isn't actually me celebrating, it's disturbing similar to what happened to me (with 30 odd people in a room rather than 5), right down to the comments made before the second goal ("turn and go!", "have a crack!") and the shrieking, banshee wail. We're a manly people, if nothing else. [found via blogfc. Trust me, this is worth watching]