Europeanism

It's true, perhaps I was very drastic. I was too tired. It's hard to get used to the frantic and hard work of a factory as a laborer after having spent so many years sitting in the office of another factory.
The match was great. It was a rare confrontation. I enjoyed watching it. In this occasion there I wasn't  felt a knot in the stomach.
It didn't seem like the selection I knew. It was a smooth and orderly group that performed a very nice football to watch.
The huge result, formerly would have seemed extreme to me, but this time, it seemed normal. Italy did not exist as an opponent. Nor was the Italy that I knew.
The point is that when I was reading the press the next day it gave me goosebumps reading the headlines in Europe. It was all praise, all right, but I am refering to  the other issue.
In occasions like this is when you know that you are European. Before me were the headlines of the historic nations that have shaped the history of the world talking about the good time of the Spanish selection and the decline of the Italian.
It was nice to read allusions to the past. We are all old acquaintances. We share a common history. I felt I was within that group, I was European. It's like the marriage...for better and for worse. There have been many umpleasant events over the centuries, but also memorable episodes.
In occasions like this, I miss the American and French nationalism in the sense of feeling connected and involved in something. I miss to shape a large group, feel us united and strong.