Once I had decided to stay for the match, Xavi and I spent most of our time in the room checking out the sport channels in India. I even got to know the number of all of them. This is important due to the enormous quantity of channels available. However, luck seemed against us.
No notice of the match either on TV nor the Internet. We had been talking about it all the week and even the manager of the hotel knew about our stress, offering us the newspaper everyday. No news about it there either.
It wasn't until the same Sunday we knew we would be able to see it. Had left Bill and Lien heading to a restaurant while we were going to our room and check the Internet. YES! was our cry when we saw we could actually see the match at Ten Sports channel at 23 hours. Everyone in the Internet place turned around to look at us. It didn't matter at all, we were extremely happy. Got to the pizzeria where Bill and Lien were waiting for us with a big smile on our faces. We gave them the great news. They didn't really care.
We ordered 10 beers for Ovi, Helena, Xavi and me. But the game turned out to be really bad. Barcelona played awfully and all our illusions on seeing a great match vanished as time passed by. And things got even worst when Madrid scored the only goal of the 90 minute game and an annoying Australian Daniel pushed his luck saying "I'm not going to say anything, I'm not going to say anything". So, so much for our need of a lot of beer. We returned 3.
The following day was all questions about the match, which would receive the same answer: "I don't want to talk about it." Everyone knew about the match. Pathetic.
Should my friends never again say I'm not for the team.
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