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D Day

No disrespect to those brave men and women in WWII who were there but I borrowed the title because today means a great day not only for me but for all Croatians. It's do or die, delight, disgrace, despair or tears of sorrow or tears of joy. We will all know the answer at the end of 45mins, the end of hope or the beginning of dreams that do come true. Those dreams lie on the shoulders of eleven players who have yet to show we the supporters that they are worthy to wear the red and white shirts that the whole world knows as the colours of Croatia, the supporters who spend a lot of money to be there in the stadium and those back home watching big screens to see if their heroes can do the almost impossible, they are the ones who really matter and our team must show us that they are worthy of our undying support and admiration. Those footballers must play out of their skin, give every ounce of blood and sweat to give us the result that we need and pray for,the result that. maybe give us a chance to advance to the next stage of the competition and to be where we always were in the top footballing nations of the world not to end up as has beens, let us see the spirit that won our country back from the aggressors during the war on the green grass of Hamburg. Of course I'm talking about football as if you hadn't guessed by now, the sport that both men and women of Croatia love, the sport that puts the name of Croatia on every one's lips when people talk about football and I for one want it to stay that way and not be relagated into the unknown. We'll that's all for now as I have to prepare for an early lunch as I don't want to fall asleep as I often do after eating, I don't want to miss a moment of the build up, kick off and the match which I hope and pray will give us all our pride back. If you enjoyed todays blog then like, follow and share. Thank you. 

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