@nev those vibes of football tournament euphoria are unlike anything else. i still remember when greece won the euro finals in 2004. my father and i were at the greek restaurant of our friend. the porch was packed, and it was a really pleasant july night. with a tv, of course.
the greek national team had always been nothing to write home about. but they got otto rehhagel as coach who managed to amalgamate them into a team that was punching well above the individual skills of its players.
the moment when the greeks got under more pressure by portugal in the second half, but then got a corner, header, and the only goal of the game – all shown from a camera angle that gave you that delay of ‘i think this is going in… is it…? is it?!? OMG IT’S IN!’ – was pure magic. the entire place erupted in cheers, and above it all you heard the hoarse voice of our friend just going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH while running this way and that. finally he sprinted into the house, still screaming (mildly muffled, he was still louder than the porch full of guests)… in short order, the screaming got louder again and he sprinted out of the house carrying a wooden crate of sparkling wine. braking was achieved (still going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH) by way of wooden crate on floor. i think at this point he stopped to draw breath for the first time.
just absolute magic when that single moment pulled together greek immigrants in germany who were hyped for their team’s amazing performance, friends who were there to root for their friend’s team, general unattached enjoyers of football, and the couple folks who weren’t into the game but were tagging along family members.