¡Aúpa España!

And so it was that an exciting Eurocup ended. With Spain finally freeing itself from its old paranoias and self-doubts that had always kept it one step behind the football powers.

It was a tough game, no doubt. I don’t think there’s been more than a handful of games during major tournaments where any team has defeated Germany without breaking a sweat. I found it interesting that Spain beat Germany with a very “german” goal. Torres on a display of physical and mental strength, silencing all of those who had been criticizing him during the competition.

The way I see it, this is what happened with Torres during most games: He would invariantly be facing really strong defenses and usually having two men covering him. He would wear them both down for about an hour, struggling for any clear chance. Then Aragones would take him out, and bring a fresh pair of legs that could then exploit the central back’s Torres-induced exaustion. The man was getting too little credit.

I have to say players that, when fouled, stand right back up and continue chasing the ball instead of rolling around, grabbing a body part that was not involved in any kind of physical contact hoping for an undeserved card, are my kind of player. I’m not saying I only like physical players. What I’m saying is, I like tenacious, no-nonsense players. I don’t care if it’s 5’6″ (1.69m) Leo Messi or 6’1″ (1.86m) Fernando Torres. I can’t stand players who would rather roll around than continue chasing the ball, not giving up on the play. Hence my utter distaste for the terribly skilled Cristiano Ronaldo.The same can be said for just about every goddamn player in the Mexican League and Mexican national team.

I got to watch the game in a really appropriate place: Astoria’s Bohemian Hall Beer Garden.

The place was packed. Also, New York’s stupid weather didn’t help at all. See, on my way there it was damn hot and sunny. Almost brutally so. Now, as I was in the beer line before the match started I noticed it had turned cloudy and a bit windy. Not a good sign. Then just as the game was starting, it began raining. Then it began raining like crazy.

Now, my awesome friends had got there early and secured a table under one of the tarps for our group. But at least half the people were in the center, unroofed, areas. Of course, said poor bastards came under the roofed areas. The bad part is that the only place to stand was in between rows of tables. And this meant a lot of people sitting at their tables were unable to actually look at the TVs.

Much arguing ensued, but there was really not that much to be done under those circumstances. Luckily it stopped raining before half time and people started moving out. The second half was infinitily easier to watch, and far more enjoyable.

All in all, a really nice place and crowd to watch the game. There were deffinitely more germany supporters, but there was a decent pro-spain crowd (myself included).

The happy spaniards kept celebrating for at least an hour after the game was over. I have no idea when they left the place.

A really great Eurocup has ended. Now I get to watch overpayed, pampered, dive-happy Mexican League games. Oh, the joy.

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