Holy crap!
Italy just beat Germany last night.
I am not into soccer, but I watched with my Austrian apartmentmate Claudia over a very long dinner I made myself (prima piatta: rocket salad with fresh mozzarella, anchovies, tomatoes. Segunda piatta: thin beef cutlet stuffed with talleggio and rosemary. Accompanied by some lovely round zucchini sauteed in olive oil and shallots.)
To be here when Italy is in the world cup is amazing. Every time someone came close to scoring, all of my neighbors screamed. And when they won, let's just say that it's a good thing I've got earplugs. It seemed like all of Italy was driving around honking their horns and screaming until 2 in the morning.
Sunday I'm going to some big open-air screen, where everyone in town will watch the big game. It's really quite a spectacle.
I think I'm going to buy myself a bootleg jersey (found on every street corner) to wear at the game.
1 comment:
Yeah, it's a big deal. Germany is the soccer juggernaut that everyone loves to hate. And Italy views soccer like the national religion.
It makes Yankee's fans look like wannabes.
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