Okay, here’s the thing. I had originally wanted the Germans to take the Euro Cup. I will not lie. They had played with such heart, such tenacity. And then, at the end of the semi-final match, I realized that they had muscled their way through that one, and as much as they rocked it, they barely made it. Turkey had much more heart, and Germany suddenly felt to me like a bunch of sore winners.
After that, I watched the Spain/Italy semi … and wow. Both teams played with heart, but Spain deserved that win. When they celebrated, it came from the heart, not from any kind of seeming expectation. Their victory seemed genuine. I had no choice but to love them.
Thus, in the final, I ended up rooting for Spain. Sure, you can call me a bandwagoner, but I fell in love with the fire of this Spanish team. They played hard, they beat the Germans on every count, and they entirely deserved to win. Perhaps this is why the following video clip makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.
Thanks to Kickette … my newest guilty pleasure. It keeps me sane while I peruse the grad school scene.