Watching at a Bar

Tonight I watched Spain beat Honduras at a student bar near the University of Seville. It was my first time watching Spain with a bunch (and I mean packed house) of Spaniards there. It was intense. We got there about an hour before the game, and it was 2/3rds full already. About 10 minutes before people started singing. Then everyone put their arms around each other for the national anthem. The crowd was not happy with Torres (who got the start tonight) on his repeated misses, nor with the none call on a handball by Honduras in the Spanish box. But when an impressive shot just missed, hitting the cross bar, the people were excited. And when David Villa struck home a goal in the 1st half, bedlam ensued. Bartenders threw water, people jumped on toes, the cigarette machine shook, and fists pumped. After the first goal, the guy beside me, laid his beer in a protected place each time he thought there might be a goal, so it wouldn't get spilled. When we left, clothes smelled of smoke, sunflower seeds were stuck to my flip flops, but it was a feeling of satisfaction, to have experience a futbol game, the Spanish way.