Dylan Martinez, chief photographer for the United Kingdom and Ireland, is in Brazil to cover the World Cup. He’ll be keeping a diary of the highs and lows here.
Sunday July 13
A sunny and very pleasant Rio de Janeiro
So how many nights, matches, sidelines, meals, pictures, headaches, national anthems, football chants, hotels, flights, taxis, new faces, friends, annoying people, breakfasts, uncomfortable beds, beards, repeats of useless sitcoms, stolen cameras, hotel laundries, bags, beers and dodgy rooms have we had now?
Answer: too many.
Well, after all that, there was this game of football. And Germany winning 1-0 was not my preferred score. Just saying.
But, in the end, there is only one thing you have to do as a photographer at a World Cup Final and that is not screw it up. That’s it. Just don’t miss it or muzz it.
Relief, pure, utter and unadulterated relief, pretty much sums up how I felt when I saw these pictures.