Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The World Cup in the Capital of Germany

All Germans are obsessed with fussball (soccer). When I first saw the red, black and yellow flags hanging from balconies, and sticking out of people's cars, I didn't know why they were there. Then I remembered that it was that time every four years, where every pro soccer team came and played together. The World Cup.
Every day we would walk down the street, passing by a bar that always had people sitting outside, eagerly watching the TV in front of them, cheering on Germany. We decided that it would be fun to go to a restaurant or bar and watch one of Germany's games. So when I got home, I looked on FIFA's website and saw that Germany would be versing England in a game that would decide who would be in the Quarter Finals the next day. We couldn't wait to go.

Sitting in the only restaurant we could find that wasn't completely full, sipping lemonades and sour cherry juice, we waited for one of the teams to score. Germany scored. The crowd goes up in cheers, the waiters and kitchen staff come out to see the replays. Everything quiets back down. They score again. Everything is looking good. It's likely that Germany will win, and the people know that. But then England scores, and the crowd in silent in anticipation
, waiting to see what happens next. Germany scores again, then again in overtime. The referee blows his whistle. Everyone claps and whistles, hoots and laughs. A car speeds by, honking it's horn. All night people were partying. Germany got into the Quarter Finals!

We watched that game too, and it was very exiting. Germany beat Argentina 4-0, and everyone was very happy. Last night we watched the first game of the Semi Finals, Uruguay versus Netherlands, and found that Netherlands with be the team to play either Germany or Spain in the Finals. Germany vursus Spain is tonight, and it's going to be a huge game. It's hard to predict who will win, since they are both great teams, but I'm rooting for Germany. Go Germany!!

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