We (the Royal “We again”) Royally Won
I was in Madrid when Spain obliterated Russia 3-0 (I think; I was busy working on the OpenSolarisDay preso –that’s another post on deck– at the hotel while the game was on TV). That meant a ticket for Spain to the finals against Germany and the chance to break a 44-year curse. We barely caught that match as we rolled into Valencia from Madrid on Sunday. Yes, we watched it, and, mind you, I understand nothing about soccer, but it was a fantastic match. The kids ruled the game and I genuinely felt the excitement and the tension until the very end. Thursday night was chaotic enough. Riding the metro on my way to meet Vero at the train station was a crazy undertaking. Sunday was armageddon, tho we were exhausted and chose to go home. I’m guessing a ton of people did not make it to work on Monday. In any event, congrats to the team. Well, yes, congrats to us (the royal us).
…As evidenced by you not calling it Football – come on Gerir, you’re not in the US now! I’m not a massive fan of football, but I do enjoy watching my national team and international football. Although when I say enjoy, I really mean quite the opposite, as following England is more of a chore these days. I managed to continue the aguish at this years Euros by following The Netherlands, and much like my own team, after much hype, and a few good games, it all came to nothing. I can’t seem to escape disappointment with these things…!
Anyway congratulations to Spain – I have a sneaky suspicion that most of Europe was behind you (rather than those pesky Germans that seem to always win without ever being that spectacular). But – and maybe you are the wrong person to ask – but why a 44 year old curse? What happened in 1964?
The 44 year-old curse: ‘Red Fury’ lifts curse.