La Roja/La Furia Roja is their nickname. They don't really do anything by halves, the Spanish! And somehow they've managed to ensnare me too. Everything else I follow and fangirl, I can love and adore and cuddle and call George while simultaneously maintaining some scrap of protective, ironic detatchment (if not a great deal more than a scrap!) as you well know. But not this lot. I can keep no distance; no matter how I try, I sit on my couch, eyes glued to the screen. They make my heart race, they make my heart sing. Thank goodness they only compete every two years. I don't think I could take it otherwise, and everyone would get sick of my incessant babbling.
I found a site with some pretty gorgeous photos of the final, if you're interested. Nothing quite as good as the previous shot, but still. In the bottom quarter are the celebrations, and some of the ones of the Spanish players with their kids are beautiful. Plus, CUTE Spanish and Italian players. In case you need an incentive. ;)
Nice? No nice! It's embarrassing! I feel like I'm sixteen years old. It's undignified. *grumblegrumble* Plus, half the time my heart's racing because I'm nervous for them. This is a recent development, and I don't like it. I don't do "nerves". Frugh. If I weren't a leetle bit in love with them, I'd never want to see them again! As it is, I'm planning to forget they exist for the next year and a half.
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Awww, I really enjoy your enthusiasm.
Yay, I'm happy for you. \o/
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I found a site with some pretty gorgeous photos of the final, if you're interested. Nothing quite as good as the previous shot, but still. In the bottom quarter are the celebrations, and some of the ones of the Spanish players with their kids are beautiful. Plus, CUTE Spanish and Italian players. In case you need an incentive. ;)
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Hee, it's nice to see you all flaily. Also, YAY for singing and racing hearts! Damn it feels good when that happens. \o/
Ooh, pictures.
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*nods firmly*
(But oh, it's fun while it lasts.)
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