The Worst Pizza Heartburn

I feel for Germany – I think we all do, except the Italians, obviously; the Portuguese in particularly, know how they feel (it’s never easy, but I think it’s worse to lose in your own home-final, when expectations were really raised to the limit).
It’s frustrating. Especially when the German team was so close to the penalties, where they’d surely be favourites to win…
Anyway, we can’t say the Italians didn’t deserve to win; they’ve been much closer to scoring several times, and looked always more dangerous.
In spite of the unattractive way they play, and of their seemingly more easy road to the final, we have to accept they sure are efficient – and in the Final, in Berlin…
Too bad for Germany.

In the end, the joke’s on the hosts…- a Teutonic newspaper came up with a campaign to get Germans to mass-order pizzas just before the game, so that the staff of the Italian Restaurants be so busy, they couldn’t watch the game… - which must be the only known example of German sense of humour!
Unfortunately for them, it’s not really funny, unless you’re Italian – not only they leap-frog over you to the final in your own home, they also make a handsome sum at the end of the day from all the Pizzas sold…
I’ll have a slice of that, please…

Like I said in the beginning, I was sad for the Germans earlier; hopefully, I won’t have to feel bad again later but happy for the winners – Portugal!