"Last night, in Cologne's Heumarkt, i sat tensely watching the home side go goalless until the 91st minute when, miracle of miracles, late sub oliver neuman netted one, putting the Germans through to round two, the first team to advance. Depending on the feed, certain bars had a few seconds of delay, which seemed to work roughly south to north heading up the plaza. When Neuman scored, the roar traveled up the plaza like an aural wave, germans unleashing 90 minutes of drunken, sausagey tension upon the city, Koln transformed into a spontaneous orgy of singing, dancing, flag waving, beer spilling and pole climbing. You have not lived until you've seen the host country win on an injury time goal the night before a bank holiday. I think they're still celebrating."

¶ 4:42 PM