Football is Life
"Football is life"
My father told me that once. And in this very moment, he is teaching the next generation the very same lesson. Football is not just a game, he says, football is life.
It was supposed to be an epic clash between two football giants. Two world cup winners facing eachother. The two remaining Gods of football after Brazil's and Italy's failures. Only one would survive this clash. Only one was supposed to do it, but alas, fate taught us otherwise.
Argentina VS Germany
Or rather, Germany VS Any random team.
On the field today fought only 11 giants, not 22. Only eleven winners
What was supposed to be an epic football fiesta turned into a dark and cynical massacre.
Germany scores their first goal two minutes in.
A cheering Angela Merkel stands and applauds her soldiers.
1-0 turned into 2-0
3-0
4-0
Argentina and Maradona were massacred today. Massacred by the cynical axe of the Germans.
It was sense vs sensibility all along, and as usual, sensibility prevailed.
The Deutsche Machine would not falter and this time, they're going for it all.
Sense must once again shed tears, while sensibility continues their cynical struggle to the top.
German football - Cynicism
Football is life, he says. And today I felt it. I felt those familiar feelings of defeat. Those nostalgic failures and chaotic mistakes. The drama of the past, the drama which I've been craving for so long, finally returned.
I was 12 years old and I watched as Real Madrid were defeated by Arsenal in Champions League.
I cried. Not because of the game itself. Not because of the players. Not because I had any logical reason to do so. But I did, because the strength and passion that this sport possesses made me aware of my own failures. My own mistakes. My own losses to the cynical machines. My own Argentina losing against the Germans of the world. My sense, once again losing to my sensibility.
Fuck.
I must hope that the German machine goes on to CRUSH the verminous Spain in the semi finals, because if those Spanyard FUCKS go on to the final, I shall kill myself.
Go Netherlands!
Argentina, see you in four years... you did good. Goddamnit, you did good.
Football is Life
adieu
My father told me that once. And in this very moment, he is teaching the next generation the very same lesson. Football is not just a game, he says, football is life.
It was supposed to be an epic clash between two football giants. Two world cup winners facing eachother. The two remaining Gods of football after Brazil's and Italy's failures. Only one would survive this clash. Only one was supposed to do it, but alas, fate taught us otherwise.
Argentina VS Germany
Or rather, Germany VS Any random team.
On the field today fought only 11 giants, not 22. Only eleven winners
What was supposed to be an epic football fiesta turned into a dark and cynical massacre.
Germany scores their first goal two minutes in.
A cheering Angela Merkel stands and applauds her soldiers.
1-0 turned into 2-0
3-0
4-0
Argentina and Maradona were massacred today. Massacred by the cynical axe of the Germans.
It was sense vs sensibility all along, and as usual, sensibility prevailed.
The Deutsche Machine would not falter and this time, they're going for it all.
Sense must once again shed tears, while sensibility continues their cynical struggle to the top.
German football - Cynicism
Football is life, he says. And today I felt it. I felt those familiar feelings of defeat. Those nostalgic failures and chaotic mistakes. The drama of the past, the drama which I've been craving for so long, finally returned.
I was 12 years old and I watched as Real Madrid were defeated by Arsenal in Champions League.
I cried. Not because of the game itself. Not because of the players. Not because I had any logical reason to do so. But I did, because the strength and passion that this sport possesses made me aware of my own failures. My own mistakes. My own losses to the cynical machines. My own Argentina losing against the Germans of the world. My sense, once again losing to my sensibility.
Fuck.
I must hope that the German machine goes on to CRUSH the verminous Spain in the semi finals, because if those Spanyard FUCKS go on to the final, I shall kill myself.
Go Netherlands!
Argentina, see you in four years... you did good. Goddamnit, you did good.
Football is Life
adieu
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