post semifinal disorder
Posted by lordpinoy on July 6, 2006
Germany Lost the Semifinal. Long Live Die Mannschaft.
Gweilo’s 5:30 am.
The last three minutes of the game broke some hearts in Germany. Elsewhere around the world, a lot of people were asleep.
It was the second time I watched a live broadcast of the game at eastwood. It did cost me a lot of money (mainly due to the P250 minumum consumable — I went overbudget many times) but it was worth it. Even when rooting for the side that eventually lost, I didn’t feel like I gambled big time (and lost).
Just when you thought Die Mannschaft and the Azzurri were about to slug it out in a Russian-roulette styled shootout, the Italians found their "killer-instinct" in the last two minutes to force a win.
Poor Germany. The Dream Final is over.
I have to admit, it was a deserved victory for the Italians. Perhaps, knowing that their record at shootouts were less than sterling compared to their opponents, they pressed for the win. And when it came, What a Time For It! Two came in quick succession. If it were a knockout punch, the final blow was like an uppercut (or a sucker punch) to a glass jaw — it’s that deadly.
After the final whistle, I didn’t stay for long. The sun was already up. We managed a 30 minute travel back to UP. After I collected most of my stuff, I went back to the boarding house and slept like a log — dreaming about what could have been, if the Italians weren”t so lucky and determined.
