To throw out a stereotype, I'll start my blog post by saying that women like to say about men that they are incapable of showing real feelings. There was a moment on Monday when thousands hugged each other in celebration. Some men with tears in their eyes. Love can be so beautiful. If you don't feel it, you can't understand it...
But I don't want to make fun of the game's motto "Love whoever you want - fight homophobia!" Sometimes I'm really shocked when I stick my head out of the St. Pauli universe and see the sayings, statements or opinions that come my way. Often on the seemingly hidden Internet, there is a level limbo dance in many a forum - or in modern German: Facebook group. Phew! It's important that a stand is taken against homophobia. It's all the nicer to see how imaginatively the topic at Millerntor was interpreted in different ways in different corners. Hats off!
I would like to see an impressive display of free thinking of this kind in St. Peter's Square at Easter Rome wish. Or elsewhere reactionary power…
Monday evening was also about football. But between us: very rarely. Certainly one of the weaker games at the Millerntor. And then came Tschauner in the 90th minute. When I walked past the Millerntor a day later, I had the feeling that the hurricane of cheers was still echoing back at me. What an explosion of emotions!
I have been at this point several times stressedthat I play on Monday evenings äußerst doof find. This is especially true when the game-winning seconds are in the final minutes of the game. Then I just can't get around to processing the game properly. Yesterday I didn't make it to bed until half past one. I was way too excited. And if I then see this interview, I get similar red eyes to Philipp Tschauner. It was wonderful how loudly the back straight celebrated him. Totally deserved. Beautiful.
