Soccer

When we arrived at my grandma and grandpa's house in Bad Bramstedt, we all rushed to the living room and turned on the tv. After fifteen minutes, the score was 0-0. Everyone was super tense. After the first half, it seemed Spain was in control. Time after time, a Spaniard had a golden oppurtunity, but couldn't convert. However, the Germans started out the first half with oppurtunities of their own. All of a sudden, it seemed Germany had gained the upper hand, nearly scoring several times. Just when it seemed the Germans would finally put one in the back of the net, Spain got a breakaway that ended in a corner. The German defenders left a man open off the kick, and he headed the ball in. The living room went dead silent. My grandpa stood up, mumbling something about the bathroom, my uncle just said, "Wow," my dad looked out the window awkwardly, and I stared at my toes in dissapointment. It was late in the game and the chances to score quickly against a team like Spain were slim. Although they almost got the equalizer, the young Germans left the game with only a chance for third.