So, after many games, many tears and many hearts broken, we finally return to the rivalry between Germany and Argentina, with Germany defeating Argentina in the 1990s, 1-0 in Rome.
The game started off quickly with the players darting up and down the field.
The house that we were staying at (Me and Eva), the room was full of high hopes, grins, smiles and confidence that the German team would bring home the world cup, everyone painted up into German colours and everyone speaking German as a sign of their support, even the Australians spoke German or at least tried to.
Either way, the atmosphere in the room was ecstatic and party-like, we had music playing as the T.V. was put on silent and the music took us through the match. Party music pumped out through the speakers and fizzy drinks were all over the floor by the end of the match.
Then Argentina got a goal. The whole room screamed, tightened up with hope that a foul would come, and as if God was on our side, the player was off-side! It didn't count and everyone jumped up and screamed, hugged before we all settled down.
As the match went on and the shots on goals went on, there was a lot of 'NEIN!' 'BITTE' 'DANKE' 'HAAAALLOO!' 'DAS IST EIN FOUL. NEIN?!' which for the people who can't read/speak German, google translate, but you can figure it out.
Then, the match broke for half time and we were all still really happy at the German's performance, we ate a little bit of pizza, candy, chocolate and danced a little bit and chanted in German, what we were chanting, I don't know, I probably will not ever know but we were chanting it and the other Aussie was caught up in the moment too.
Then we got on to the other half and we gripped pillows and cheered for fouls, 'ouch'ed on injuries and laughed at things, then the game went into extra time and the other Aussie and I were tired as fuck but we were ready to stay up.
Skip the break of eating pizza and drinking drinks.
Then we went into extra time, I shut my eyes and listened to the match. Next thing I know, I was woken up by screaming and cheering, I woke up just in time to see the goal being hit into the goals and the goal keeper missing the ball, what a beautiful kick it was and what a winning goal it was. Everyone broke into screaming and crying, jumping up and down.
Then we were just hoping for the end of the game, they couldn't score, c'mon Germany, keep the defense up.
And they did, the seconds seemed to pass like hours and we sat, clutching pillows, mentally begging the referee to call time....
When he did we screamed, everyone was pulled it and everyone jumped up and down until we were all tired and sweaty. Germany had won, the room was full of teenaged girls screaming "DEUTCHLAND, DEUTCHLAND, DEUTCHLAND BESSER ALS ALLE ANDEREN" we were so excited and most of us broke into tears of happiness, then we stayed up for the trophy celebration, we struggled to keep the sleep away and eventually, everyone just gave into the blackness of sleep.
Eva, her friends and the other Australians that stayed over have gone into the city but I chose to get picked up so Eva will call us when she gets to the train station and needs to be picked up, everyone was so happy for the Germans, even the Australians were so excited that our 'second-country' had won. (When I say second country, I mean the country we chose instead of Australia, and naturally since we are doing German, it only made sense.)
Well done Germany!
DEUTSCHLAND!!
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