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Auf der Straße unter meinem offenen Fenster trötet es: Jetzt freuen sich die Münchner Bayernfans, dass die doch nicht von Barcelona total plattgemacht worden sind. Das Gegenspiel heute abend, nach dem 0:4 Fiasko in Barcelona vor einer Woche, fiel besser aus, 1:1 . Tröööööt! Oder vielleicht sind das ja die Barca-Fans, die ich mittags am Marienplatz schon feiern sah? Die Fans sind doch Huren, letzte Woche hätten sie den Klinsi am liebsten geteert und gefedert. Und wer hat's auf den Punkt gebracht? Die taz. http://www.taz.de/1/leben/medien/artikel/1/klinsmann-sieht-seine-wuerde-verletzt/ not a care in the world: Barcelona fans auf dem Marienplatz, heute nachmittag. Football fans are whores: last week, after the rather disastrous result of the match in Barcelona, they would have flayed Klinsmann alive. Now they are blowing their horns outside in the streets, because Bayern München was not completely murdered by the others, they drew 1:1. But then, maybe those celebrating in the street...

I have been wondering recently why suddenly everybody seems to be into football. Especially young women! On the train I overheard two girls - maybe 16-year-olds - discussing the match that got Germany into the quarter finals. One of them said "if we had lost I would have burst into tears". What? Last night, after Germany finally beat Turkey in the semi-final, millions of people were partying all over Germany (thank god most of them in total party harmony with the losing Turkish fans). When you watch them in the stadions and at the public viewing parties, it is drama bordering on hysteria, they laugh, they cry, they laugh, they hug..it's fabulous. I talked to Mick about it, he said in his inimitably laconic way "who needs the Beatles - now they got football". Bingo! It's rock and roll!

Here I was half watching a slightly boring football match, whilst doing the crossword after an active, even exhausting day.. First I worked, then I went out to my Mum's on the train as she needed chauffeuring, which my sister and I both love doing. She has so many important things she needs to do: buy new cotton handkerchiefs, go to the Apotheke (in the meantime "run over to the bakers, i need that jogging bread" - I suppose you eat it instead of jogging. She needs to look at jackets, go to the cheese shop which is only open two days a week, and then we drive to the pick-yourself-strawberry fields (forever), where we don't have to pick ourselves because she knows the woman, of course, and we chat and her granddaughter picks the strawberries for us. I also made Eton mess, which is an English pudding featuring meringue, whipped cream and strawberries. You just layer it in a bowl, in a sort of ...mess. But on the way to Mum's , I also went for a swim in the lov...