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highdreams) wrote2010-07-12 12:49 am
highdreams) wrote2010-07-12 12:49 am
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And the good girls are home with broken hearts.
My daddy said it right after the semi-finals; “don’t be glad that we’re in the final, it is absolute torture and the heartbreak when losing will be enormous.” I laughed and said he was crazy. But the man was right. My parents have been through three world cup finals. The first one in ’74, when we lost against Germany, the second time in ’78 against Argentina. And now for the third time. Spain was simply the better team. I can admit that.
But it was torture. The entire match. The suspense and tension I experienced in these 120 minutes is something I never want to experience again. I cried, I screamed, but most off all I was scared to death.
So when Spain made the 1-0 I was like: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, I don’t even care anymore, I’m just SO glad it’s OVER. I didn’t watch the last few minutes; I went outside and sat all alone on the street and stared at the stars while the tears streamed down my face. Tears of sadness but also tears of pure relief. I got hugged by complete strangers. From far away I could hear fireworks and cars honking; probably the Spanish community who expressed their joy.
I’m sad we lost. But I’m glad it’s over. And with pain in my heart, but completely deserved, I say; Congratulations Spain. You did well.
I’m off to cry some more. In my orange shirt. Because I am still proud of my boys.
:’(
But it was torture. The entire match. The suspense and tension I experienced in these 120 minutes is something I never want to experience again. I cried, I screamed, but most off all I was scared to death.
So when Spain made the 1-0 I was like: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, I don’t even care anymore, I’m just SO glad it’s OVER. I didn’t watch the last few minutes; I went outside and sat all alone on the street and stared at the stars while the tears streamed down my face. Tears of sadness but also tears of pure relief. I got hugged by complete strangers. From far away I could hear fireworks and cars honking; probably the Spanish community who expressed their joy.
I’m sad we lost. But I’m glad it’s over. And with pain in my heart, but completely deserved, I say; Congratulations Spain. You did well.
I’m off to cry some more. In my orange shirt. Because I am still proud of my boys.
:’(
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IT WAS SO INTENSE. My whole house was full of Oranje (Holland) supporters (obviously) and when Spain made the goal everyone was upset and screaming. And then I said something like: THANK GOD, IT'S OVER and ran outside and they got mad at me. "How can you SAY that?! We fucking lost!" I was just so relieved it was over, even if it meant we lost. I couldn't stand another minute of this.
Love at those strangers giving you hugs, tho.
Me too. =) It really made me smile through my tears. <3