Ooff…It’s all over! And again my country’s team didn’t manage to win. But frankly the Spanish team deserved it.
Every time there is the World Cup or the European Championship, EU officials transform from devoted Europeans into outright fanatic nationalists. Results are discussed at high voice, referees blamed and so on. French and Italian colleagues felt ashamed and were the first to put away national symbols and to return to normal habits in the office.
Everyone felt sorry for the English and the goal they didn’t get (but most of us agreed that the Germans would have won anyway).
The more the tournament advanced the less colleagues were directly involved, of course.
Lining up for coffee in the morning colleagues would enquire friendly, however, whom I think would win (a rhetorical question , of course, who else than My Team).
I had my share of the friendly madness and walked around in a Oranje shirt the day after the semi-final.
At the end came the final and the Spanish colleagues and myself started to become nervous.
Yesterday morning when I turned up in the office colleagues came to enquire how I felt (guess?!) and express their condolences. As if I had lost a member of my family.
Needless to say the Spanish colleagues walked around like proud peacocks! And they had every reason to do so.
The match was discussed once more in detailed (and admittedly the foul play of the Dutch from time to time).
In 5 minutes I will have lunch with two Spanish colleagues. The appointment was made before the final match.
We knew that one of us would be very happy and the other sad.
But now it’s over. Acta est fabula.
The setting up of the European External Action Service and its website will be on my plate for the months to come. More than enough to do!
In order to honour the Germans that came 3rd in the World Cup my Spanish colleagues decided to eat at a German restaurant! Schlemmerschintzel und Weissenbier. Prost!