The guys downstairs are shouting, and I say to Annelotte, “… BOYS ARE SO WEIRD,” and then she says, “Oh, I think it’s football; Holland is playing against Portugal.”

Ohhhh.

In that case, they’re excused. 

(There are a lot of Dutch people in my block.)

1-Nil to Holland! Waayyy!!

A few minutes later…

“DEUTSCHLAND!!”

I’m going, “whaa…?” and Annelotte says, “Oh, we need Germany to beat Denmark so that we can go through the next round. Right now, many of the bars in Holland are showing both games.”

Ohhhhh.

“And then after we go through, we’ll go back to fighting with Germany again.” 

…just as I thought.