Indecent proposals and Drogba binbags: Africa's still crazy
ItÃ¢ÂÂs tricky to comment on the African Cup of Nations without descending into clichÃÂ©. You just had to listen to the patronising babble spouted by pretty much every TV commentator during the tournament.
You couldnÃ¢ÂÂt watch a game without being subjected to predictable talk about the stars Ã¢ÂÂplaying the game with a smile on their faceÃ¢ÂÂ, teams that were Ã¢ÂÂphysically impressive, but tactically naÃÂ¯veÃ¢ÂÂ and laughter about "eccentric" goalkeepers, not to mention the Ã¢ÂÂspectacular rhythm and colour around the groundÃ¢ÂÂ.
They might as well have added Ã¢ÂÂthe dozy African blightersÃ¢ÂÂ to this pseudo-racist guff and be done with it.
Nevertheless, the Africans themselves cannot be entirely acquitted on the charge of bringing some of this on themselves by being extremely silly on a routine basis. And that, Crazy World Of Football believes, is something to be celebrated.
To recap the last couple of weeks, weÃ¢ÂÂve had Yakubu taking an unscheduled holiday after Nigeria were knocked out of the tournament, leaving David Moyes bug-eyed with rage (although come to think of it, when is Moyes not bug-eyed with rage?)
Then Nottingham ForestÃ¢ÂÂs Junior Agogo was offered an 82-year old fanÃ¢ÂÂs granddaughter by way of a reward for helping Ghana to the semi final (he politely declined where many a Premiership roaster may have waded in.)
Following this, news arrived that leading players from the tournament were to be immortalised on Ã¢ÂÂrefuse sacksÃ¢ÂÂ by Ghanaian company Trashy Bags: Didier Drogba, Salomon Kalou and Michael Essien are among the stars now getting lobbed in the bin.
Perhaps most insanely of all, there was the moment that Ghana and ReadingÃ¢ÂÂs Andre Bikey completely lost his marbles and attacked a paramedic trying to assist an injured Rigobert Song.
And of course, cruel laughter could be gleaned from SongÃ¢ÂÂs own "tactically naÃÂ¯ve" (ie crap) defending that helped hand Egypt the title on a platter.
This of course sparked colourful, rhythmic celebrations. Who are we kidding? They're madder than wet hens.