The Day before the game

 

OK. Summer break. 

As expected, the quarter-finals ended yesterday.

But please not like that. Anyone who saw the game knows what I mean.

Unfortunately, the best Team doesn't always win. The luck of the game wasn't in our favor today.

In the first half it was a game that was actually on equal terms with Spain having a slight advantage.

From the second and early 0-1, Spain didn't do much until this damn goal in the 119th minute. Deserved is forbidden to say. Germany had many, many chances even without that fucking missed penalty. It should not be.

The day before the game we had to let our 16 year old cat Mascha go.

Anyone who has or has had a pet knows what that means. Even though I've had a few scratches, 

this one probably won't heal for a while.

And so the outcome of this round of 16 was and is actually irrelevant.

It doesn't affect my happiness, or rather unhappiness, now.

We will now go to the sea and perhaps there will be some comfort and relief there.