I wished and hoped and prayed and sat with my fingers in complete knots for the entire match ..... and they won! and won how!! it was like watching the Zizou of old, Zizou the footballer cum ballet dancer, Zizou the zen master..... it was wonderful !!
They won't get past round one, Zidane is too old, theres too much racism, no team spirit , Brazil will score within 15 minutes of the starting whistle - right!
But now the semi final beckons and i am getting increasingly paranoid about tomorrows match. I haven't been this paranoid about a match in eons and eons.... sure, i watched Zidane at Real Madrid. I completely choked up during his farewell match at the Bernabéu, seeing the entire crowd hold up number 5 cutouts, cheering and thanking the master midfielder and most of all to see the usually reserved, unemotional Zizou turn teary eyed.
But the fact is that the last couple of years have seen Real become a complete circus and i would watch Zizou play, the results didn't really matter.
This is different. This is Zidanes swansong. This is the World Cup.
My stomach is in a total knot and i keep imagining disastrous situations.....what if they don't win? what if Zidane gets his second yellow card?? ...and then my friends (horrifically true) statement....the Portuguese can play really dirty - they'll go for his legs!..... arghh!!...i clutch my head (again!) and try to exorcise these horrible, horrible thoughts!
They should win, must win - pour Zizou, for who deserves a more fitting setting for his last match than the best player of our times?
Allez Zizou et bonne chance!!!