"The mafia is in the final" titled a German newspaper yesterday. Was it that rag called Bild? Nope, it was the apparently serious and balanced "Die Zeit".
They'll probably come up with a half-assed apology like Der Spiegel did, but I think I can afford to be a bad winner now. So to the hundreds of fat, ugly, sweaty krauts that called me an Italian "Schwein", a pizza face or a mafioso the other day, to the dozens of them who wanted a piece of me after the game and to that one typical bad-teethed Fritz who eventually did try to punch me only to find himself sitting on his arse thanking his pals for stopping me, I will say this : I heard you'll be in Stuttgart tomorrow, a city famous for producing Mercedes cars. Can you try and get me a Benz, because, you see, ICH FAHRE NACH BERLIN on Sunday.