I’m remarkably calm despite my latest foreign assignment. It’s the biggest yet. Borussia Dortmund vs. Real Madrid, Champions League semifinal, first leg. It doesn’t get much bigger than that.
I should be going bananas but I’m extraordinarily blasé about the whole thing. I’m starting to worry! Other people would cut off their right arms, possibly also their left arms, to be attending this. There was a time I’d have walked to Dortmund to be there.
Maybe I’m just getting used to the job. I guess that’s a good thing. I’m getting like the players. “It’s just another game,” they’ll shrug.
But it isn’t just another game. It’s Dortmund vs. Real, two of the best four teams in Europe, fighting for a place in the final. The whole buildup has been overshadowed by Mario Götze’s questionable decision to join archrival Bayern Munich and the Dortmund fans won’t know whether to whistle or cheer.
It can’t be as mad as the Malaga game on my last visit to the city of flying rhinos, but it promises to be another bareknuckle ride of raw emotions. Ha! Maybe I am getting excited after all…