So sehen Sieger aus!
"Dammit!" I yelled, watching the crowds of students stream into the ZHG to watch the match on a huge screen. The tickets were sold out, and it was raining. Hard. One hour until kickoff.
"Where u at?" Simon texted me.
"Raging in futility that there are no ZHG tickets left. You?"
"Got some of the last seats at Deja Vu. No guarantees, but come down if you like."
It seemed like a better option than sitting in the library or my room feeling sorry for myself, so I hoisted my umbrella and waded through the people streaming in every direction, decked out in black, red, yellow and white. The screen at Deja was outside, with a couple of large umbrellas in front of it. The rain was getting heavier.
"I think there’s a seat over there?" said Simon. One of his friends pulled it in further under the shade cloth. I sat down, tucked my still-open umbrella into the crook of my arm to deflect the rain still pelting over my right shoulder, and propped a third umbrella at my feet to stop the splash back from the water hitting the cobblestones. The situation called for a beer.
In the 84th minute, disaster struck. The power went out, and the TV went black. Almost without pause, we leapt up and sprinted across the street to Monro’s Park, and I climbed up onto a pool table to peer over the heads of the crowd. Still no goals. The 90th minute came and went, and we went back outside to find Simon’s friends.
"Wo geht ihr hin?"
"Nach Hause! Es ist trocken, und gibt’s keine Verzögerung-" (Deja Vu’s screen was five seconds behind Monro’s) "- kommt ihr mit?"
Simon turned to me. “Shall we go?”
I shrugged, and we ran for the car. Ten minutes and one hectic spin through the city later, the radio was announcing a near miss by the German team, and we spilled out of the car, pelting across the road, through a car park and up four flights of stairs into their apartment. Still no goals. And then! Götze in the 113th minute! Torrrrr! The game was over, and Simon and I went out into the street, to find-
… Silence? There were cars honking in the distance, but people walking down the street seemed so sedate. “What the hell?” We passed ZHG again, the students inside all cheering, but the streets continued to be eerily calm. As we approached the city centre, the cars became noisier and more reckless, and more cheers echoed from the buildings. And at Gänsliesel a small crowd was forming. Smaller than expected.
"I know what it is," Simon said suddenly, "First time in 24 years there’s been a reason to watch the ceremony!"
Sure enough, the crowds started building. “WELTMEISTER! WELTMEISTER!” Several people climbed on to the statue. “HINSETZEN! HINSETZEN!” The crowd crouched down, building up a cheer to scream “HUMBA HUMBA HUMBA TÄTÄRÄÄÄ!!”
I got a phone call from Morgane - Allison had lost her keys and was coming to find me. She’s gonna be so mad, I thought, it’s chaos. From out of a flurry of camera flashes, Miao leapt forth to hug me, and we rejoined the yelling. “SO SEHEN SIEGER AUS, SHA LA LA LA LA!” Several people were now actually clustered on top of the statue. Fireworks burst in the sky. “OLE, OLE, OLE OLE OLEEEE! SUPER DEUTSCHLAND, SUPER DEUTSCHLAND, SUPER DEUTSCHLAND EYYY OLE!”
The rain had started again, and nobody cared. I fell asleep to the sounds of jubilant singing.