The day has finally come. I can't believe it,actually. I've always believed he will make it one day, but that day is now here and I'm damn nervous. It's not even about me, yet here I am biting my nails & stuff. This day is a 'all in or nothing' for him and I guess saying this can be taken as understatement.
Two hours ago I saw him, kissed him, going on and on about how proud I am with him and how whatever happens tonight he will be the absolute hero. I talked sweet nothings to him to assure him that everyone supports him and the team in this. I gave him a quick peck and left him to prepare himself mentally for the biggest event of his career.
I made sure to go and encourage every single one of the team, after all we're one big family and this is important. They were all in such a good mood, which put me in a good place. I love it when they go out with smiles on their faces, it increases their chances of winning even more.
So now it's five minutes before the teams show up for IT - the final of the World Cup 2014. My team, the boys I know so well, Germany, against Argentina, the team I can't stand with passion. It's not their game I can't stand, but the idea of everyone thinking that Messi is a god on the field, that he can win everything for the team. It's like nobody else's there. Perhaps I can't stand Messi. Or the idea people give of him.
Here they are all coming out, me and the other girls screaming at the top of our lungs. We're proudly singing the national anthem, and by the sound I hear we're once again surrounded by lots of Germany supporters.
The whole match went on like a movie to me, at times I couldn't believe what was happening. Was Messi not concentrated enough, was Germany too sure in their win after the slay over Brazil? I know our men, they never act like pricks. Perhaps Argentina are not that bad team. By the end of the match Bastian was nearly killed. Kath, Manu's girlfriend, had to hold me several times from not throwing myself on the pitch yelling the fuck out of the stupid referee for not giving a single yellow card to those arrogant Argentinians. He looked so devastated, yet determined to prove everyone wrong. He fought till the end as he has always done, he didn't let a bruise stop him from winning the so wanted title. We were shortly going into penalties, still remembering the Championship League Final - Bayern Munich vs Chelsea. Bastian plays for Bayern and is one of the most important players.
The match went into penalties, which was a complete disaster. My boy didn't get his shot at the ball in the net. The problem wasn't the goalkeeper, but the fact that the ball hit the outline of the door and it came back. He was devastated. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he didn't shake hands with the board. He didn't want people to tell him that he did good even though the lost. And what hurt him the most? That he, being the absolute god on the field, as everyone says, couldn't score for his team, yet the goalkeeper did. It's not jealousy he feels towards Manuel, not at all. It's just a pride thing. Till this day he beats himself onto not scoring that one ball.
This is the reason why I don't want this match to go into penalties. The idea of Bastian not scoring is making me want to rip my head off rather than experience the situation once again. This was not for me, this was not for him. It wasn't even fair to him.
Look at my baby, being all in scars, blood making it's way down from his cheek to his jawline, sweat washing him like pouring rain, but he still manages to run around as if he has just started the match. Honestly, it's all magic to me. This guy, this man, MY man, he is a phenomenon.
It's now the 110 minute of the match and I'm getting damn nervous. They all are doing only so much, but unfortunately not enough. Then, as I was praying that Schweini won't crumble on the floor I feel everyone around me tensing. The ball was near the penalty area and here he is, Gotze scoring! Gotze scored for us! We now lead Argentina 1-0! I quickly look at Basti to see his expression. He was in fact so happy he sprinted to Gotze to hug him tight. He was so thankful because he know what this ment. They just had to keep the ball in their possession for another 10 or so minutes and the title is ours. All we had to do is not let the other team get too close to our penalty area. This was it, the time has come. The time for my baby to shine. After all, he didn't take this shit for nothing. Hell, I'm going to reward him. He deserves it and I've been waiting for this day ever since.
