Twenty two men run above the wide green field. Fighting for a round stuff named ‘ball’. Their jerseys smeared by sweat and dirt. They seemed exhausted, seemed desperated. It’s one of thrilling match. With the twenty two men agitating for a score. Eleven of them (the one that wear blacks) are my men, and i’m proud of them.
All my men in black should compete once again, to redeem their honor after sweep out the final match by Spain. It’s the last effort they could afford. And yet, they still play gorgeously, they put the spirit of nationality up high. I’ll never demand more than that.
By sitting right here, watching them, and seeing them bend over backwards, are enough for me to feel glad. I’m not rooting the most powerfull team, i’m not rooting the most handsome squad, i’m rooting because the sufficiency in my heart because of them.
It was eight years ago, the first time i saw them, and i know that i will follow them. And ever since the time, i keep the faith.
I didn’t managed to watch two of their matches this season (vs Argentina and vs Spain), and i feel horrible that i’ve got some strange symtomp. It might some form of faith-break effect. But overall, all my men never let me down. I feel satisfied that they beat up Argentina, i feel satisfied that Nauer lose the guard only on the last minute. They do never let me down.
Along today. Finally, they won the match after the rise and fall of scores. This is the day of faith reinforcement: Germany’s still one of the best. And i do no wrong support them.
With all great young players, great teamwork and our nationality, the next World Cup is surely ours. I look forward of it.
PS.: Moslem in the house (Sami Khedira) save the honor once again. Mesut Ozil prayed after subtitution. Both moslems really are encourage us.
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