It starts on the way to school. All the small people in the school bus to have eaten the same time that the expertise of three spoons seems one can hold out somehow. For example, by drawing up his seat neighbors (Bayern-Fan) moronic theories and tries to convince him that Uruguay is world champion. But if you then enter a street where the Germany flag was hoisted in the garden, black, red and gold car flags adorn old Fords and always being the same sticker is in the luggage compartments, then my tolerance level is reached quickly. At this critical point, I must be in the crowd in front of me just see somewhere a national team shirt, gekikt preferably quite cheap fake /, and already I'm back for a full day enough of my fellow citizens.
In some ways I'm also a patriot. At the Olympics for example, or in exceptional cases even at Lena Meyer-Landrut. Only when it comes to our national team goes, had the supposed pride of every German, I do not feel like national pride, but to cynicism. Reasons I can not really be called. As a player, I was even three years, part of the DFB-base concept and would choose as a former player of the Union give particularly true be. I'm not.
I think it's just ridiculous, what subtract Germany every four years when the World Cup begins. Electronic markets are falling over themselves with mindless commercials and funding ideas that radio hosts in front of pointless gags World Cup. The bakers are sold around the corner champion bread, of course, discount Vuvuzuelas in the national colors, for the real and only true football party. The Nerd of the bus stop appears with a N11-shirt, fifth graders inside with Hawaiian chain and make-up, of course, in black, red and gold. And to whom that is not enough, buys a major German tabloid newspaper, cuts in the coupon and visited a well known supermarket chain, where he can get six six-Franconian bratwurst & beer for only one euro. For my world championship world championship party of course.
I wants not all. Neither will I go to the dentist flags still a golf, the three world champions. The market leader in fast food I want out of certain consumer and environmental convictions in the first place did not, and certainly not when Horst Eckel pulls flat jokes. And an electronics company, the jokes in this country in his space ads against other nations, then with our Austrian friends again anwedet the same stitch, can certainly keep me at bay.
I will certainly not a South African summer fairy tale in the middle of the German consumer madness around a fully commercialized event experience, which I swore to myself. Those who desperately want to drown in the black, red and golden marsh, may do the like, while I'm away from my spot up the mainstream. With a lot of football, with plenty of fun at the game itself, and above all, with 30 days in the heart of Uruguay, a team that I can support in good conscience.
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