I don’t care for football or soccer, as you Yankees might know it for, but I transform when it comes to the Euro and World cup. I start to have weird cravings like beer and crappy snacks (and I’m not a big fan of beer unless it’s Guinness which shouldn’t even be called beer but rain drops from heaven), I’m more of a red wine alcoholic.
But back to football. I transform into a man when it comes to watching European countries battling and tearing each other apart. I mean those sweaty tattooed guys running like crazy after a ball with the solo intention of scoring and I’m all eyes and ears! More eyes than ears to be honest and wait now that I think about it, this might be just lust… Nahh that couldn’t be it since I also “care” and pretend I know a thing or two about skills and tactics. I don’t even know who I am anymore. But still it’s fun to watch and support a country you don’t even know like Russia. The other day I was all into Russia, I wanted them to beat the crap out of Poland for no good reason. I’ve nothing against Poland. And today! Ohh today I got on my high horse and made a double bet with a friend. I was absolutely convinced Holland would beat Germany (stupid Deutschland) and Denmark would kick Portugal’s ass, but once again i was wrong. Not to mention how pissed off all my friends are because I support Ireland instead of Spain. Such passion… football brings such passion and fanaticism, it’s contagious.
Us Europeans get crazy about football at a very young age. We are told it’s part of our culture and we proudly embrace it. Moi, I only care for it because it’s one of the few things that my dad and I share and over the years I’ve gotten pretty good at football small talk.
So America you’ve got the Super Bowl but you aint seen nothing until you live the Euro Cup aggressively here on the old continent