That's what i thought when I tucked into bed on Thursday night, switching off my mobile and purposely not setting the alarm for 2:45, the kick-off time for the quarter-final match between Portugal and Germany. I'd had the idea that, after the continuously disappointing previous displays, my not getting up to watch the match live may just bring the team that little bit of luck against the universally-hailed favourites. (Okay, so I'd also had a long day and was tired, and was afraid of being bitterly disappointed.)
So I went to bed, slept the sleep of the righteous, got up at 7am the next morning and started my computer to read the news. Hope, or the loss of it, outweighed my superstition by far, and while the web site was loading, in my mind I already saw the headlines- "Das Ende der Bergtour (End of the Alpine trek)", "DFB-Team packt die Koffer (DFB team sent packing)".
What I, in my melancholy morning haze, was most definitely not expecting was "Deutschland zieht verdient ins Halbfinale ein (Germany deservedly make it to semi-finals)"! What's that?! We beat Portugal?! Deservedly?! And not on penalties?! After an initial moment of complete and utter flabberghastation, the tension and disappointment of the last few days (and matches) began to fall off me, and I cried a few very happy tears of relief. Thank God I didn't have to take that black-red-gold nail polish off my toes yet! The massive flag over the sofa can stay too, and the party goes on! A moment of being peeved at myself for not watching the whole thing was ended quickly when I spotted the premium offer on the UEFA web site that allows you to re-watch entire matches, beginning to end. Merci, UEFA! For the rest of the day, I was a very happy camper indeed. Not only had my team beaten the "best footballer in the world" (well, certainly a great actor), but I, me, had made a very important contribution and provided them with that little bit of extra luck.
This morning, then, I was stunned again (though less so) by the revelation that our opponents next Wednesday in Basel will not be Croatia (no revenge!) but Turkey.
Mannomann, I'm glad I don't live in Berlin. Or my hometown of Wuppertal. Or anywhere that has a large, enthusiastic and, at times, ever-so-slightly aggressive Turkish population. Like, pretty much anywhere in Germany, really.
Problem is, though, this is a match that I cannot possibly miss. I have to stay up for it! How will I do this luck thing again, though? Should I find a few rainbows before kick-off? Would it count if I forced my sister at home to sleep through the match this time? Should I get my miniature Goleo blessed by, well, a Bhuddist monk?
I need your help! Let me know your suggestions- what can I do to ensure Germany "have a little lucky"? Please comment with your ideas.
Danke!
Nadine
So I went to bed, slept the sleep of the righteous, got up at 7am the next morning and started my computer to read the news. Hope, or the loss of it, outweighed my superstition by far, and while the web site was loading, in my mind I already saw the headlines- "Das Ende der Bergtour (End of the Alpine trek)", "DFB-Team packt die Koffer (DFB team sent packing)".
What I, in my melancholy morning haze, was most definitely not expecting was "Deutschland zieht verdient ins Halbfinale ein (Germany deservedly make it to semi-finals)"! What's that?! We beat Portugal?! Deservedly?! And not on penalties?! After an initial moment of complete and utter flabberghastation, the tension and disappointment of the last few days (and matches) began to fall off me, and I cried a few very happy tears of relief. Thank God I didn't have to take that black-red-gold nail polish off my toes yet! The massive flag over the sofa can stay too, and the party goes on! A moment of being peeved at myself for not watching the whole thing was ended quickly when I spotted the premium offer on the UEFA web site that allows you to re-watch entire matches, beginning to end. Merci, UEFA! For the rest of the day, I was a very happy camper indeed. Not only had my team beaten the "best footballer in the world" (well, certainly a great actor), but I, me, had made a very important contribution and provided them with that little bit of extra luck.
This morning, then, I was stunned again (though less so) by the revelation that our opponents next Wednesday in Basel will not be Croatia (no revenge!) but Turkey.
Mannomann, I'm glad I don't live in Berlin. Or my hometown of Wuppertal. Or anywhere that has a large, enthusiastic and, at times, ever-so-slightly aggressive Turkish population. Like, pretty much anywhere in Germany, really.
Problem is, though, this is a match that I cannot possibly miss. I have to stay up for it! How will I do this luck thing again, though? Should I find a few rainbows before kick-off? Would it count if I forced my sister at home to sleep through the match this time? Should I get my miniature Goleo blessed by, well, a Bhuddist monk?
I need your help! Let me know your suggestions- what can I do to ensure Germany "have a little lucky"? Please comment with your ideas.
Danke!
Nadine
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