That’s right, maybe I should have.
CAR
It all started like a nightmare. Thursday, I was quietly on a terrace in the Berlin-Mitte district and a nasty doubt assailed me. No dozens of flags in the windows, no jerseys in the street… Just a few black, red and yellow banners in a few windows. Not so many giant screens in bistros either. What was happening?
And then the astonishment doubled the doubt from the right. While I was preparing some papers with the regulation local beer as fuel, people ended up being interested in what I could do at night, with this screen in front of me, rather than feasting with lots of little neon green shots . “I’m a journalist and the Euro starts tomorrow,” I said as if it were obvious. And of course, it wasn’t…
![Normal people who have normal lives. Normal people who have normal lives.](https://euro.dayfr.com/content/uploads/2024/06/16/65f35a7f7e.jpg)
Normal people who have normal lives.
Imago
Because Fred, my current interlocutor, asked me one of the most incongruous questions I had ever heard. “Ah yes, the European Football Championship. But where is it? And when does this thing start?”, said this 36-year-old German-Swede, physically stuck right between my excellent colleague Ugo Imsand-Curty and the no less excellent Thomas Wiesel.
“No, but I’m not stupid, I know it exists. But I don’t really care,” he explained to us in English, after we tried to speak in Swiss-German just for fun. Berlin has 4,469,439 inhabitants (approximately). So obviously I was going to find people far from the footballing sphere. But honestly, I didn’t think so much.
Yes, Germany is a ball country, which can fill dozens of fan zones (60,000 in the capital alone on Friday), a stadium in Munich for part of the Mannschaft and put 22.49 million viewers in front of the ZDF (69% market share) in the space of one evening… But you have to believe that there’s more to life than that.
![How? Aren't all people like that? Was someone lying to me? How? Aren't all people like that? Was someone lying to me?](https://euro.dayfr.com/content/uploads/2024/06/16/7d2dda29ce.jpg)
How? Aren’t all people like that? Was someone lying to me?
To find out for sure, I decided to cross the city towards the Olympic Stadium on Saturday. A Hungarian-Swiss shouldn’t excite many people, but a football fan, especially during a Euro in his country, shouldn’t miss it. And then as I am regularly a little tense when my national team is on the field, I took my headphones, I put the RTS on my phone and I started the approximately 14 kilometers which separated me from Spain- Croatia and I screamed like all of you when Kwadwo Duah was declared in a legal position by the video referee.
Well you know what? I scared people. Yes yes. I had just passed the terrace of a kebab shop – there was a good chance, because there are 1,600 of them in the whole city – and as no one was paying attention to the TV which was broadcasting the match, I was passed for a big fool.
Same for the 2-0 scored by Michel Aebischer. The poor Chinese tourists who were waiting for the bus almost thought it was an attack from a fanatic of who knows what side. Well, in this case, they weren’t completely wrong.
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What was my relief when I started to get closer to the stadium… Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of checkered jerseys from Croatia, but also from all over Europe began to arrive in howling packs . Piles of red and gold Spain jerseys sang in one corner. Hordes of football fans were coming out of the U or the S-Bahn, most of them misty-eyed.
Phew, my world was back. I almost got scared.