end of my summer break or: ten german bombers

my wembley night watching the germany-england match was exciting enough to return from my little break. after all, uni hasn't started yet, i still haven't finished my essay on muslims in europe, we are still flathunting in berlin, and maddy is still missing, but very present in the tabloids. so the match was a highlight. not that watching 22 people the size of needle heads running around on a green field was such great fun. but i was in the english block, and the songs by the good old english fans were quite amusing:

-there were ten german bombers in the air
-two world wars and one world cup (a classic!)
-EEEEEEEENGEEEEEEEEERRRRRLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!
-even heskey scored, 5-1

against the german chants:

-football's coming home (they stole that one, cheeky bastards... the english were not amused)
-es gibt nur ein (jogi?)
-auf wiedersehn! auf wiedersehn! auf wiedersehn!

even angela m. was in the stadium, wearing foxy orange. talking about colours: since when do the german players wear RED SOCKS? red shirts and socks, that's the english colours. and the english wore white shirts and black pants. they looked so german!
as i was the only one who sreamed TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR! twice last night, i was a little worried for my health when looks that could kill hit me. i know r., who was with me in the stadium, tried to keep a low profile. but they were only looks, the english fans were true gentlemen in their defeat. well, they are used to it...