Femme Fatale

Suddenly, I felt hollow and empty, and as I stared at the screen, I knew something inside me was dying. The colours went out, the sounds around me died down and I just sat there, staring at nothing, suffering in silence, as my heart went out to Germany.

Italy has scored their first goal in the final 5 minutes.

The roar of the hardcore Italian supporters rocketed through the stadium, bursting into thunderous cheers as it exploded out through the Sony surround sound speakers in my living room, but I heard nothing….nothing but the silent thudding of one’s dying heart. And a single tear seeped out from the corner of my eye. Germany has met its match in Italy. And this time, the Italians has done it.

Before there was even time for the first goal to sink into my broken heart, the thunderous roar of the second goal came to an ear-splitting level and almost deafened my senses. Del Pierro has scored the final goal which will bring Italy to the finals, and that goal killed me.

The tears just started pouring. It was uncontrollable. It was heart-wrenching sobs. It was like freaking Niagra Falls. But I couldn’t help myself. In fact, I actually shocked myself because I never knew that I was such a passionate supporter for Germany that I could actually cry like that. But I did. And I’m proud to be a Germany supporter.

I must admit, it was a good game. The Italians really made an effort and they deserved this win. They played well and they gave the Germans a run for the ball. Perhaps the Germans were over-confident, perhaps they were over-pressured from their home country, whichever it was, they played well, but not good enough. But they did good.

I guess it was just not meant to be for them to take home the World Cup this year, but perhaps they just might take the next one back - and I honestly believe they will.

But in the meantime, my heart goes out to the Germans and there is nothing much I can do for them from here, but to give two days of my life to bemoan the fact that they played well, but not well enough.

Therefore, I shall be decked in nothing but black today and tomorrow, to silently grieve with my fellow Germany supporters on that which was not to be.

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