Germany 3 – 2 Turkey
On a night when the heavens were disturbed, there were many in the German crowd last night who could not watch and even Thunor, German god of thunder, was, one supposed, so embarrassed about what was being played out in front of him that he caused the world’s tv feed to be cut, so that the rest of us could not watch either. In keeping with a pretty poor German display though, he cut it off just as the Germans scored their second.

But while Thunor was throwing his lightening bolts out of his pram, you had to think Fréa had a hand in the German display. While mainly a fertility kind of god he does dabble in conflict by all accounts, but in a defensive rather than offensive way, after all one doesn’t like to create strife and havoc which can destroy the chance of peace and abundance. Pretty obvious from last night then that old Fréa had a hand in the German tactics – there was a distinct lack of anything in the way of offence and not much in defence to cause strife and havoc to the Turkish team.

The Turks were the better side throughout but someone or something must have annoyed them as they woke yesterday morning as, their proverb has it “Ofke ile kalkan zararla oturur” he who gets up in anger, sits down with a loss. Mind you another of their proverbs says “an ass does not appreciate fruit compote”, which, however true, kind of devalues the others.

The Germans did what the Germans are ordained to do and reached the final, where you hope that the team who did for Portugal return. The Turks return home still searching for the answers; how did we lose that? and why do we keep feeding that bloody donkey compote when he obviously can’t stand it. What a waste.

Only Liam made the necessary sacrifices although a number of you got the result. Did I mention that Rana was in the lead. Oh wait a minute he’s not as he was pointless last night, Liam is.