Monday, July 14, 2014

Deutschland Weltmeister 2014

-not reviews and hauls today, let's explore my non-girly side-

I remember when I was 8, my dad would stay up late watching the World Cup. Without asking, I know if there's any kind of event where all the countries in the world are competing, his heart would be with Germany. He didn't miss any of their games, so when I curiously sit next to him, I would see strangers in white jersey running around chasing a ball.

I remember the excitement declared through his voice as he screams "Goalll!!" or "Torrr!!", the glittering passion through the eyes of the audience, the pride projected off the players' mute scream, silent, unheard through the cheering of hundreds of thousands. I remember wanting to understand why.

I asked my dad a lot of questions, and sometimes, he just loves explaining things to people without being asked. Which, although now seems like the most obnoxious thing, was very helpful when I was younger. He told me that the German loves a good concrete system, they don't like counting on luck. I fell in love with the game, and even more with the team my father highly regards.

One of the first games I remember watching during 2002 World Cup, my dad was saying something about someone with a difficult last name, being his favorite. I scanned through the players and I pointed at one young man wearing number 11, Miroslav Klose, I told my dad, "Him, number 11, that's my favorite!" I think my dad laughed at how I don't have a legitimate reason to favor this Klose person, but that's it, he's my favorite, I'll stick with my words. I parade around his name at school the next day, partly because I couldn't remember any other names of the other German players.


Until I fully understood Football/Soccer, that's the only name I'd mention if anyone ask me who my favorite footballer is. Strangely, the more I understand the game, the more I admire him. From being 8, to 12 -when I started playing football/soccer, to 16 -when I was captain for my school's girls football/soccer team-, and now 20, there are numbers of players I had come to like, admire, fangirled for and forget, but one name stays on my top 2 at all time; his.

Last night, I stayed up from 2 - 6 AM, though I have not one, but two exams today. I know I wouldn't be able to miss my favorite team finally being on the final again, after 12 years. I screeched with pride as the final whistle was blown, declaring their status as the World-champion.
There's something a little bigger than pride, to finally see those "strangers in white jersey" raised the glorious trophy above their head, passing it on from one to another, as if to assure themselves that this wasn't a dream. It's crazy, how I don't know them, nor are they representing MY country, but until my own can step up and play in World Cup, Germany will always be my team.

If it's true that last night's game is Miro's last international game defending Der Panzer, I would like to thank him. For inspiring me and unknowingly showing me more than the greatness that is this universal game, but also passion, the fact that 12 years ago, people would ask me who he was and from which team. Today, you'd have to be massively pretentious if you say you like the game but don't know who he is. From zero to hero,
the man I randomly chose now holds the world record of the most goals on world cup tournament!
You'll always be my favorite player, Danke für Alles, Miro!

x, Nessie

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