This supporter of Germany was certainly in the minority in Lille.
The staff of the little restaurant where my friends and I ate the night of the World Cup semifinal had hooked up a small television so that they could catch glimpses as they worked. Our waiter kept apologizing for forgetting things, explaining that he was distracted. We certainly didn’t care; we were on holiday and had all the time in the world. Besides, even though none of the three of us cares a bit about soccer, we were caught up in the moment and were rooting for Les Bleus right along with him. When France won, Lille erupted. Until well after 2 PM, people drove round honking horns and yelling.
The German flag continued to flutter from the window for a couple of days after the match—sadly but defiantly, I thought, as I watched it from my hotel room. I’m not good at competitive stuff. I’d like it best if everyone could win.