When I was a child in Denmark in the 90’s, there was nothing more exciting than watching the national team play. Whether it was soccer (or more correctly termed, football), basketball or handball.
I would have butterflies in my stomach all day, especially during a tournament, unable to eat dinner out of sheer nerves and excitement. In 1998, when Denmark, a small country of 5 million, made it to the World Cup quarter finals in football (ya, you call it soccer) and almost beat Brazil, I have never been so proud in my life.