Deutschland Diaries
30 June 2006, 17:56
Txema reports from Germany:
Hey gang: hope you’re not missing me at all… don’t worry boss, I’ll be there next Friday, I promise. so here we go…
Left K-town to see England look awful, needing Beckham to score to go through…that’s not good news. The best news was the thousands of drunk English singing like crazy at the WC mile downtown Stuttgart. It was quite a sight. There were a thousand German cops hoping to kick some British ass, but it did not happen. We got soaked hoping to see the Portugal game, and ended up in a hotel lobby with a bunch of older drunk Brits (the ones that can afford a nice hotel I guess) We were talking to them, some of them were Chelsky fans, and was awesome to bust their balls about the Russian $ financing zero Champions Leagues so far. One of them was so drunk, he asked us to help him find the door out of the hotel, and we were at the lobby bar, twenty feet from it. He tried to find it, but was afraid he would run through the glass windows. That had me laughing for a while…only in Britain. And they say Spain is different. Didn’t the Brits make Australia a jail? We should make the UK a huge AA meeting room.
Then, we were on to see one of the most boring games of football since Maradona went into rehab. How many Swiss does it take to score a goal in a game? Jesus Christ! obviously, it takes more than eleven! I was happy about the Ukies going forward. It’s the best thing that happened to them since the Russians left town. I was so bored, I actually took a nap before the beginning of the extra time. Beers at noon will do that to you.
And since we’re talking about beer. Why do I have to drink Budweiser at the bloody WC in Germany? does somebody want to start WW III? Yesterday, we had tkts to see the Brazil game, and was looking forward to seeing the supporters from Ghana and Brazil entertaining us with their songs, dances, and good vibes. Then we find out half of the sonofabitches in the stadium with Brazil or Ghana shirts were six-feet-ten-blue-eyed-never-been-tan Germans…nothing against them, but you’ve never seen a German dude play samba in a bar, have you? well, there’s a reason for it.
After enjoying the game, and having awesome seats for it, we went downtown Dortmund to watch the Spain-France game…what a waste of two perfectly good drinking hours! a bunch of French that would be entitled to retirement benefits in any country in Western Europe, kicked our sangria ass out of the tournament. The saddest part was agreeing with everybody that France was the better team, and they actually deserved to go through. mother@#@#@ers!!!! At least the humiliation is over, and I will enjoy the next Brazil game, rather than worry how many they will score. Beleza!!
And now, I’m in Munich, enjoying the first non-football days of my trip so far, hosted by a couple of friends, and returning to Cologne on Friday to see the Germany game. It promises to be quite an awesome experience. I just hope Jenny Craig has discounts for my fat ass when I get back home, because the beer-bratwurst diet these Germans seem to have all year round will force me to go to fat camp as soon as I get back home…
un abrazo,
Txema
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Hey Txema, can you get me tickets for the final? That’s the only way I’ll have a chance to see one, even though the furia roja have, for now, decided to retain my services going forward.
— Luis Aragones · 07 July 2006, 11:11 · #