Spain lost their first World Cup match to Switzerland. We are deep in national trauma. We’re talking Prozac for 46 million.
Maybe we could handle a loss against Brazil, or Italy, some other hot-blooded Latinos. But Switzerland? We lost to a bunch of tall, blonde punctual people? I’m not sure Spain will recover.
I’m a fickle fan. After yesterday’s embarrassment I am ready to pack up the red and yellow. The World Cup? Yawn. The beautiful game? Bahumbug. Kick that ball into the ditch and let’s move on to a new sport.
Hhhmmm… Cycling is big in Europe, maybe we can focus on that.
Or maybe with the national psyche so fragile it would be a good time to introduce something completely different. The Spanish population may be so down-trodden and discouraged that they would be willing to branch out. We need a fresh start. Something to spark that zest for life so tangible in Spain until the end of yesterday’s game.
I know just the thing.
Group therapy and 46 million hockey sticks!