Result - Germany Spain: a sleepless night.
still had not finished the final whistle the referee of the match when they started blowing the car horns and other noisy devices purchased from Chinese merchants and Moroccans. Within minutes, these were followed by the sirens of ambulances and police .... and so, without stopping, until well into the night.
This World Cup has once again proven that the only thing capable of mobilizing the masses feverish (fleecy) is football, at least in this country. After completing this sporting event, no matter who wins, nothing will change, remain immersed in a crisis sin precedentes, seguirán engañándonos con promesas imposibles, continuarán robándonos en nuestras narices, seguiremos siendo aplastados y manipulados hasta la saciedad.... y, como mucho, nos desahogaremos en el bar o en el curro (quien lo tenga) con el primero que nos encontremos, quejándonos de esto y de aquello, pero sin mover un solo dedo por evitarlo o remediarlo.
Bueno, no todo seguirá igual. Los jugadores y el seleccionador de la selección española se volverán para casa con sus cuentas corrientes bastante más abultadas que cuando marcharon para África, con los Euros que nuestros gobernantes han escamoteado a una buena parte de la población. Supongo que no take to make their respective incomes in tax havens on duty, according to the preferences of each individual. I do not blame them, it's the system, is well, it works well, and we all take for good.
There will be another union that has also made a killing these days, and I have named: the Chinese merchant and Moroccans have swollen to sell English flags. The same flags that will go away as the conclusion of the soccer fever, lest we be accused of being fascist.
Joining "to combat world hunger?
"unite against poverty?
will be equipped with all the hungry and miserable in the world with team jerseys and make them run after a ball, might as well move us something. Just maybe.
Sorry to be the killjoy of the group, but I can not say that this time was not my intention.
And the final weekend. TO THEM, OEEEE!
Luck, we will need (I hope I understand).
