I'm the captain of the ferry suffering, the stores today at 7:45 clock from Rostock to Sweden. Just as the German team, the Scandinavian team of chaos has taken apart to be determined at the crossing many tears to flow. The Head of State of Sweden should have a general mourning order, that would mean, however, that IKEA stores were closed tomorrow.
I have to pop the cork and of course yesterday, rather, Gegröhlt like a lunatic! The charts of our mob 'includes all kinds of chants of the worst category. But that is at the World Cup, if you look at the colors in the face smears and only the imprint "Neuville" on the back running around, well then, let them return the drive and the mind while leaving the apartment at the door.
We had caught a rather bad start, although we are 1.5 hours before kick-off on Heiligengeistfeld to Fifa fan had started hard, we had to because of overcrowding stay out. Next time, we propose two days earlier at the entrance to the tents, only to be likely to stand still in the back. Regardless, all men (and woman) from about Nils, a good friend, home. Of course we have done
our displeasure in the form of various anti-Fifa-known songs. We were not alone in this opinion, as we have seen on the platform. Out of sheer rage I thought that the mob would break down the subway in their individual parts, which fortunately for all of our health was not the case.
stocked with beer and more beer, we sat in front of the telly and pretend as if we were in the stadium in the 1 Series were sitting. After twelve minutes and two goals for our boys but the thing was as good as gone, but we cheered for each situation. In the half we still storming the nearby supermarket and attracted the attention of staff and many passers-by on us. The woman that we had with was quite sweet but unfortunately I am struck by the curse that no woman in the world is clear to me or likes me. One day I should consult a shaman who takes care of this curse once. Shit happens!
How should it be otherwise, we won with two goals the game, and passed through village streets Alster. Of course, we broke out infinitely many Hubkonzerte and shouting from full throats, even though my vocal cords had achieved more than Operating Temperature. As we are
drove to the neighborhood, we are with the underground well almost derailed because the whole wagon has blanketed. O-Ton: "We want to bob bob bob bob Wollwn ...".! On the Reeperbahn was about to pack on the streets, on rooftops in the stores, fans EVERYWHERE. Sheer flags and cleavage-enhancing I knew almost no longer know where to go for now. Even the hookers had applied Fanbemalung and roared in chorus. After 3 hours, but we separated and went home, holy in our bed. I've been dreaming of the World Cup and ... well, that is always over, so only the championship .!! (
how I imagine a team meeting in Sweden before
