Podolski and Odonkori never imagined i would, but i do feel the pain. i especially hurt for lahm, with left arm still in a cast, face mottled by bruises in varying shades of green, purple and red. and all in vain. gee, i don’t want to be in his mother’s place.

oh well. it has been a 5-week high here in germany. i doubt that that euphoria will be sustained til the nationalmannschaft battles for third place, but who knows? but i hope so. at any rate, i haven’t put away the german flag adorning my window. for me, it’s not about winning, it’s not even about football. it’s about seeing germans partying almost like the brazilians. if it takes a small piece of black-red-gold cloth to extend the party, then i’m more than willing to nail up the whole flat with flags.

meanwhile, while AnP goes to häagen dazs, i’m off to get a tub of ben&jerry’s.

update: lost, but nothing to be ashamed of. fifa website sums up the german papers’ heartwarming commentaries.

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