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I watched football in many places at this World Cup.
This column aims to offer its readers a high level of utility.
So I share my very useful experience.
I watched a quarterfinal in the gym.
First on the treadmill, then on the ergometer.
I really recommend this.
You sweat with the pros and when Mbappé starts to sprint, you can increase your walking speed as if you were on the field.
In the sauna I asked a newcomer if he knew how football is.
He stood in front of me, a little too long, irritated and then said: "Huh?".
At first I thought he was bothered by the volume of my question.
But as he sat next to me, he let out satisfied dad noises (ohhhh, ahhhh, clear your throat, groan) and wiped the sweat from his stomach.
Every time it went: flatsch!
Watching football on your cell phone while driving is not recommended.
Driving is easy, really something for idiots.
Almost everyone can do that.
But when Sandro Wagner philosophizes next to you, even driving a car is difficult.
An interview with Thomas Müller is even more dangerous.
In the office, I left my TV on while I worked.
He was at my back, during video conferences, people could see the flickering screen.
You got the wrong impression of me.
I wouldn't work properly.
In the offices opposite I saw management consultants, they too were watching football, their offices were flickering green.
Hopefully they didn't slip in their Excel file.
I waved over but they didn't wave back.
It's always nicest at home on the couch, that's my summary after four weeks of the World Cup.
At home I drink a few non-alcoholic beers and when I'm in a good mood I turn up the heat a bit.
I'll probably buy a bag of chips for the finale.
But of course you can do it however you want.
Rice cakes are also available.
