What the fuck was that?
What, you came here for analysis? I’ve only skimmed the surface, but common threads include “they missed Thiago Silva more than they missed Neymar”, “their defense sucked”, and “Germany is really good”.
Oddly, this was the first match of the entire tournament that I watched outside of my house. A friend from Germany is visiting, so we ended up at a paella place in Oakland, along with a couple of dozen other people. It was odd following the crowd’s responses … at one point, I realized we were laughing at Brazil … Brazil! … and later that we were feeling sorry for Brazil … Brazil!
Modern world note: what really struck me while watching a match with other people was that for the first time I wasn’t experiencing a match through the prism of Twitter.
At least I got paella.
Jonathan Wilson said something very important:
At the anthems, in a moment of telenovela mawkishness, David Luiz and Julio Cesar, apparently struggling to quench the tears, held up a number 10 Neymar shirt. There was no minute’s silence to mark the passing of either Alfredo Di Stefano or the two people killed in Belo Horizonte last week by the collapse of an overpass built as part of a World Cup infrastructure project. Nothing, it seems, could be allowed to distract this Brazil from its sentimental solipsism. Nothing, that is, apart from the ruthlessness of a Germany team that couldn’t believe its luck.
And finally, J.R. got into the act: