Europa Meister update, Day 5
Switzerland scores!
One usually doesn't hear the words "poor" and "Switzerland" together, but today it's apt. The likeable tournament co-hosts gave up the winning goal to Turkey in the game's final minute to lose 2-1 after leading 0-1 (video) at halftime during a monsoon in Basel. Coupled with their similarly unfortunate opening loss to the Czechs, Switzerland is already eliminated from a second-round berth and have crashed out of their own tournament (other host Austria stands to fare the same after tonight). One game remains against group powerhouse Portugal, making salvaging even a shred of pride difficult. The German press calls both games sehr unglücklich (very unlucky) which is true, but as my should-be-a-professional-soccer-writer brother says on his blog, "...the Swiss were unlucky, but they were also not good enough." On a final note, this blog entry's title was shamelessly stolen from good friend Zeus Magee back in Indiana, who emailed, "I usually like The Swiss on top of the Turkey, but I'll eat the sandwich any way it's prepared."Also yesterday, Portugal schooled a good Czech team in Geneva solidifying their bid as a tournament contender. The Zürich FanZone was packed to capacity last night, so Steph and I wandered the crammed streets taking in the atmosphere. We're extraordinarily lucky to live in a host city for a tournament most Europeans would die to have, but as I always say, timing is everything...
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You won't believe it, but we sat in the main square in Prague and watched several soccer games from our table under a cafe umbrella. They had a huge screen installed in the square, so you could see it from everywhere.
That was following our disaster with the Czech's definition of a "brat". They were grilling "brats" in the square and it smelled heavenly. So we got these huge "brats" in huge buns, but there was no place to sit. So Dad walked us over to a spot in the middle of what could only be described as a homeless person's haven.
Not only do the Czach's have no idea that they are calling Polish sausages "brats", but they don't taste very good either. It didn't really matter because I had lost my appetite from the questionable surrounding company. I tried to innocuously place my sausage and bun in the garbage receptacle (which was already overflowing) and Dad said he saw a homeless guy eying me - or more correctly, my sausage. Needless to say, my "brat" made a Czech homeless guy pretty happy that evening.
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