It’s not about politics or religion or the economy. It’s not about borders, history, trade, oil, water, gas, mineral rights, human rights, or animal rights. It’s not about global warming, global pandemics, globalization, GDP, NATO, or Kyoto. It’s not about elections or sanctions, proliferations, he said, she said, my land, your land, no man’s land. It’s not about the stock market, black market, orange alerts, green homes, hope, change, fear or loathing. It’s not about Communism, Socialism, or Capitalism, war or peace, love or hate. This is about the one month every four years when we all agree on one thing. 32 nations, one world watching.
"In watching Klose over the last four tournaments, every goal he has scored has been less about himself and more of a means to an end - a result that wouldn’t arrive until what was likely his final match in a Germany shirt. But when it did, Klose sat stoically, alone on the German bench. At full-time, cameras panned to the German goal machine as he sat motionless next to the pitch. With his medal around his neck, he put his hands to his face while staring blankly at an empty field where his international career likely ended. Like his ability to fly under the radar at this World Cup edition, Klose seemed to act as though what had just happened was inexplicable. At his age, following four World Cup tournaments, the game’s greatest scorer had finally scored the final prize - a fitting end to a legendary career that was easy to miss if you didn’t take pause to realize World Cup greatness was in our midst."
“It belongs to hard work. It belongs to dedication. It belongs to modesty. It belongs to commitment. It belongs to solidarity. It belongs to charisma. It belongs to team effort. It belongs to togetherness. It belongs to consistency. It belongs to experience. It belongs to appreciation. It belongs to respect. It belongs to joy. It belongs to the scars. It belongs to football. It belongs to “the most Brazilian of all national teams”. It belongs to the best. It belongs to Germany.”