Sad but true. After displaying their amazing skills at football for 3 matches in a row, our team reached the quarter finals. The country was ablaze with excitement. After all the fuss in the admission rounds nobody had expected this.
Even Germans congratulated us. The Germans had squeaked through to the semi-finals already, with atrocious football and an unfair share of good luck I may add.
This Saturday we went to my parents place. Belated Fathers day, as we could not make it last week due to Les Miserables. Dad has made this wonderful covered corner in the garden, where he has a BBQ, beertender, light, table, chairs and, well, TV. A little cafe right in your own house, it is really spectacular.
So here were were. Wonderful evening; having a BBQ a very very good time. Everybody is giddy as anything and there is the football.
But what was that? This could not possibly be the same team we had seen sparkle on the field last week. This was back to how they were playing in the admission rounds. It was really bad. Even ADO and FC Zwolle play better at times.
Still, we were glued to the screen, hoping things would improve. But when the coach decided to take off the one player that played a decent match (Kuyt) and leave the one that was playing like a ragged, wet cloth (van der Vaart) in the field, we realised things were back to normal.
Thanks to van der Sar we kept it at 1-0 and with some luck we got to 1-1 and extra time. We lost 3-1. Well and truly deserved.
So it is back to normal colours and life.