When the final whistle blew, I could feel the hopes of German fans all over the world disappearing into thin air. My team played a very good strategy right from the start- keep possession and make the defence as tight as possible. While I feel the Germans have great fitness and quick strikers as an advantage, Spanish defence has, by far, been the strongest this year at the cup. Of course the loss to Switzerland was a shocker but the Swiss can take that little achievement back with them from the world’s most watched tournament.
At 1 am, I was at the verge of making my neighbours wake up. To watch a good game alone is the harshest punishments anyone can mete out on me. Here’s the thing- I can get pretty violent during a match. Two weeks back I was watching the England game with my brother and post-second half he chose to sit in the corner with his friends. I pinch, box, squeeze whoever sits next to me. When the adrenaline rush is high, there is not a lot of controlling one can do. I remember my poor cousin Yankee. Every weekend she would have bruises in her right/left arm thanks to me (depending on where I sat!). Today she is happier some 500 kms away from watching any game with me.
So the plan this Saturday is to sit huddled in some pub to watch my team create history. Holland are a great team and it has an ex-Chelsea player, Robben, there who is dear to me but I’m all gung-ho about Spain for now.
… And before I forget to mention, marry that psychic octopus I will!
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