Das Schöne an der WM: sie findet in Südafrika statt. Das ist erstens sehr gut für Land, Leute und Wirtschaft und zweitens ist es weit weg und ich hab meine Ruhe, anders als 2006.
Weit gefehlt! Fußballfans überall! Der durchschnittliche Würzburger Fußballfan (Pauschalisierungsmodus: on.) ist allerspätestens um 16.00 Uhr sternhagelvoll, säuft aber vor an oversized screen (or around a bit more environmentally unfriendly, in front of a huge LCD screen) bravely in any shop on. Whether it is the shop to a bar, a cocktail or a kebab, it is not matter of time before World Cup has, however tiny scales decorated all in black, red. He is surrounded by people who just drunk and mesmerized / or the game are like himself and have the social behavior of gorillas in the zoo.
Is the game against about ten clock over and Germany has won something, the following happens: the group splits into three subcategories: the first (also the most harmless) staggers happy and satisfied home, ideally in the arms of a woman who completely disgusted by the beer flag very well behaved and listened with feigned interest, as the hubby / her partner / short term boyfriend told in detail, as then shot the miller, the edge that great, the Meier accepted as beautiful and Schmidt did not last. He then with the score in his World Cup table and smiles removed.
The second group increases alone in their respective cars, begins, again and again to the same curves loops through the city center, this process unnecessarily and gasoline to honk continuously. For hours. You have to imagine: There you sit all alone in his closed car and drive around and honk. Whether the then only after two hours to stop because it runs out of fuel or he thinks at some point: so, that's it now, I've done, what could I do? And then go with a satisfied feeling of home?
The third (and worst of all!) Group again ordered a big round of alcohol for all in order and so to keep the level. (You can still jump up from where the speech to be) hard liquor is thrown in the same moment is cash down on the table and you can jump on, but they do not sit enjoying, to end the evening, no, quite the opposite. Then you leave in various formations of at least three people for the venue and headed for the real goal: the church square, right under my window! In "GERMANY! GERMANY! DEEEEUUUUUUTSCHLAAAAAND!" Call is selectively discussed the flow of play, be empty drinking beer and wine bottles thrown onto the street (because the bottle bank is only two meters further) or just slurred.
Once I got a bucket of water dumped out the window, which did not have the desired effect: suddenly was discussed loudly about why it was so wet for now and find out all the water herkäme well. And nothing is worse than a drunk anything happens, he can not explain. He is babble and yell and swear and ask and be a bit of babble.
I do not know how to resolve the church square formations, some will probably move on, towards Sander street because there is alcohol supply. Others may simply stay in bed and about five of birds and sun awakened, and then crawl with the cat home, which they deserve.
