I wish I were an octopus. Or a parakeet. Or whatsoever animal that supposedly has 'psychic' powers to predict the outcome of football matches. Whew! Am I tired of seeing that ugly eight-legged creature again and again!
My theory about it: that poor octopus selects whichever container has maximum food. For the first few games, the decisions of octopus coincided with the outcomes of the matches. After that, the prophecies of the outcomes became self-fulfilling as they began to subconsciously affect the players. So the octopus begins to get a 100% success rate.
I sincerely wish Holland wins today. For the sake of rationality!
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