Photo: My daughter Yesterday we were watching the Spain-Germany game with the little English that exist in Georgia. The appointment is in the premises of the Tbilisi Philharmonic, where Lukoil, the Russian oil company, assembled a giant screen and organize the meeting of the supporters of each country. Yesterday we had to share the room with supporters of the German team.
Photo: Georgians with Spain I was shocked to see the fans there to Spain, the number of flags, painted faces, people singing "Go for it", the number of people who are learning English. The situation was such that German fans were frightened by it mildly, of superiority, not numbers, but of mind.
The party, infarction, lived in the middle of a contagious excitement. I've never been very fond of football but yesterday I enjoyed a great time in a country that is not mine and I felt like I was in Spain. I jumped, screamed and hugged, had a wonderful time.
Photo: More Georgian fans. The goal was a real earthquake. People lacked emotion as mourn for the German fans, did not know where to look. From there the nerves were increasing with the minutes and the opportunities in Germany. When the final whistle blew, the festival was unleashed and proof of this is hoarseness with which I left this morning.
The English were at all times been touched by a Georgian fans who lived the game as if it were their own choice that was playing.
On the way home we went back for a walk and there were many people who saw us with hats and flags were congratulating us. Also pitaban passing cars and shouting "Spain Champion"
I put photos that you may see the fans who are here in Georgia Spain.
