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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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Ah, the Germans. How I wish we could have played against them. <3 They were, imo, the best team of this tournament. Even better than us, tbh.
The cards made me rage. Some were deserved (De Jong and his kick could and maybe should have been a red card), others were completely unfair. But there's nothing that can be done about it. It does leave a bitter taste in my mouth, though.
I could kiss you for saying Your boys were superb and they played like gents - it makes me sad to see almost the whole world saying that we played so dirty. There's a truth in that, but Spain wasn't completely innocent as well. It was, like you said, a nuts match. Both teams felt the pressure and tension and some boys didn't really handle that well.
*hugs you tight*