I write this thirteen minutes after the whistle blew in the England v Germany game.
I’ve had thirteen minutes to recover with a consolation croissant and a consolation cup of coffee… Sigh.
America was knocked out yesterday and now the UK follow suit against their uber rivals, the Germans (4-1?!? 4-1?!?!?!?). Not the best 48 hours of sport I’ve ever experienced if I’m honest…
I watched the game with my Ma-and-Pa-in-laws and my guy, Mr Nice Guy. There was much effing and blinging (well, the conservative equivalent of effing and blinding) when England had their second goal disallowed. And as soon as that happened, the predictions of England’s demise started flying around the room. Optimism had left the building
“The Germans look so much more of a team”
“Yes, they’re all the same size and shape, too”
“England have style, but they’re not as technical”
(“Well, at least they have style”, I thought, grinning inwardly to myself)
“Look at the Germans… they seem… so… GERMAN. They execute every play like cold robots”
I burst out laughing at this one. Watching the English in the living room was just as entertaining as watching the football on TV.
All in all, I think we (they?) were completely trounced by the Germans. But, hey, at least we won the war!