Barcelona takes to the streets celebrating the Spanish victory, effectively un-jinxing itself — finally.
I was watching it in the neighbourhood of El Raval, and every shop with a TV set had the match on; tonight alone, you could have walked into any bar to gawk at the screen and it didn’t matter you weren’t ordering anything: nobody was. The only thing that mattered was football; whether they’d win. And they did. They went crazy, obviously.
My favourite bit of the whole thing was while riding the red line metro home. The announcement went “Proxima Estacio: Espana” (next station: Espana), and the train erupted into cheers.. for the metro station named after their nation. Janitors singing and cleaning in back alleys, alone, and hopping around with their mops. Everyone is driving around with a flag sticking out of their cars, vans, trucks, bikes, convertibles, and honking indiscriminately (who knew there was a victory honk?). It wasn’t the most exciting match in the world, I wasn’t supporting any team in particular (well, Turkey, sort of), but I’m glad to be here. I’m not going to get much sleep tonight with the din in this city, but I don’t mind — that the goal was scored by a Liverpool player makes all this even better!
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Fantastic! It must be really nice to be there to celebrate. If I would have stayed in Spain for a few more weeks I would have witnessed it myself. Then again, who would have thought that Spain could go all the way to the King of Europe.
Z
i'm not sure if i'm more bitter that i didn't make it to el bulli or i wasn't there for the euro finals.
but yes, they trashed turkey, so i had to vote for spain.
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Proxima Estacio: Espana
Barcelona takes to the streets celebrating the Spanish victory, effectively un-jinxing itself — finally.
I was watching it in the neighbourhood of El Raval, and every shop with a TV set had the match on; tonight alone, you could have walked into any bar to gawk at the screen and it didn’t matter you weren’t ordering anything: nobody was. The only thing that mattered was football; whether they’d win. And they did. They went crazy, obviously.
My favourite bit of the whole thing was while riding the red line metro home. The announcement went “Proxima Estacio: Espana” (next station: Espana), and the train erupted into cheers.. for the metro station named after their nation. Janitors singing and cleaning in back alleys, alone, and hopping around with their mops. Everyone is driving around with a flag sticking out of their cars, vans, trucks, bikes, convertibles, and honking indiscriminately (who knew there was a victory honk?). It wasn’t the most exciting match in the world, I wasn’t supporting any team in particular (well, Turkey, sort of), but I’m glad to be here. I’m not going to get much sleep tonight with the din in this city, but I don’t mind — that the goal was scored by a Liverpool player makes all this even better!
(What would I do without my Nokia N95 and the Sandisk 8GB microSDHC card?)
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