Because of my laziness, I missed out on a really nice post. On Wednesday, I went to to The Famous 3 Kings, a pub that's much more famous than the eponymous three kings. Germany played Turkey for the semifinals of the Eurocup. There was only one lonely Turk around, getting his hopes up every now and then but going home all sad in the end.
It was a great night. The pub was full of Germans, most of them dressed in white and their faces painted black, red and yellow. We fit right in. In fact, my huge flag made me stand out a little. The game was a blast, emotions going back and forth, songs sung and countless plastic cups of beer consumed. When Lahm scored the winner in the 90th minute, beer was in the air, cheers could be heard a few blocks down, and everyone present was happy – except the one lonely Turk mentioned earlier.
The cheering inside continued while the ref blew his whistle one final time and while the Chancellor gave an interview commenting on the performance of the Mannschaft that had made her jump in her seat with excitement, very un-Chancellor-like. After that, when the TV was muted and silly songs played, the crowds emptied onto the street in front of the pub where a surreal scene unfolded.
Would you have thought it possible that Germans dance in the streets of London, waving flags and singing in German as if they were on the Fanmeile in Berlin? Drivers got a bit aggravated when they were blocked for too long but were rather forgiving most of the time. The most hilarious sight was that of Germans jumping onto the road with their backs to traffic, stupidly dangerous but understandable, if you're used driving on the right.
As I said, if I weren't so lazy I could have turned that Wednesday night into a fine post. I missed that opportunity. Tonight, there is not much to say. We were in front of The Famous 3 Kings at 7:30, but the pub was full and they wouldn't let anyone in who didn't have a stamp on his hand already. We went to another pub that was considerably quieter. The beer was ok, and we didn't have to suffer too much Spanish celebrating in the end.