Michael Normal Americans generally lack any interest in soccer. There's too little action on the field, endless back-and-forth in the midfield, and maybe a measly goal in 90 minutes -— it's just not that exciting. During the World Cup in Russia, we, as Germans living abroad, of course watched a whole series of games, but I have to say that I now find the ball kicking and the fuss surrounding the soccer players somewhat ridiculous.
Well, our German goon squad deservedly got knocked out in the preliminary round, and with that, the excitement for us was somehow already gone. When you no longer have a team to cheer for, the enjoyment of watching soccer on TV is reduced to the actual game itself, and that has somehow become stagnant over the years. Interestingly, no one questions how silly it actually is to watch 22 conceited peacocks, who place immense value on their hairstyles and tattoos, kicking a ball around. And what, as an adult interested in world affairs, do I care about a dim little light like Özil, whose footballing failure seriously occupied the evening news?
And then this constant cheating throughout the entire game! The constant falling down for no reason, the injury faking, the whining to the referee, the theatrical gestures at every whistle. What's happening on the field is simply pathetic and dishonorable. During free kicks, the players in the wall are now packed as tightly as in a slow fox dance and cling to their opponents like koala bears. Isn't that rather strange for heterosexual men?
Every time the ball goes out of bounds, the arms of two players go up, even though it's clear who knocked the ball out. How morally degenerate is someone who finds this normal, and what kind of person lets themselves fall in the penalty area to get a penalty kick to win the game, and then rolls around in joy? Probably a similar type of person who cheats on diesel emissions and then rejoices over the profits of the struggling German auto industry. That's just not my thing.