Last night shattered my understanding of life.
Brazilians , for many years the masters of the round ball, were thrashed.
It was beyond belief.
In the past they have played the beautiful game in a way that we can all learn from. But last night they were slaughtered, not by German excellence but by their own ineptitude.
In the previous round Brazil were on the ropes for all the second half against Columbia.
Holland are playing Argentina tonight in the other semi final.
Everytime I think about the Netherlands I am reminded of Anne Frank, a young Jewish teenager who hid in a secret suite of rooms in Holland, and kept a diary of her existence before being discovered by fascists and transported to a concentration camp, where she perished.
The extent of man’s inhumanity to man, women, and children is sometimes unfathomable.
Alongside such behaviour the waving of a yellow or red card during this match is small beer.
At the end of the day, who cares who wins a football match?
To commemorate Anne Frank I’m gonna go for Holland.
How I wish that she could have participated in such games instead of being butchered.