I follow some sports, but not international football.
I do feel we should all tip our hats to the Japanese players and fans. They've set a high bar for all to reach.
Contrasting, I can remember when the German team was playing Mexico near the finals and invaded our small town near the border with Mexico.
These "little boys" (soccer players are little fellows, unlike American football, basketball or hockey players) basically took over the bar we played in, which was a mellow - find an evening partner type of place.
Instead of a few couples slow dancing to the band, the German team came up on stage and took over with the few English speakers in the group. "Enough of this shit!" one said about our band playing "love/hook up music."
The whole team got everyone off the dance floor and locked arms and kicking legs, began with the German (West in those days) anthem and kept the floor occupied for over two hours, getting drunker and drunker, ordering beer rounds in rapid succession, occasionally all at once throwing half finished beers at the wall, laughing and being basically rowdy enough to be thrown out and carted off the jail, by local standards.
However, there was some USA representative conglomerate faction who had laid out a lot of money for the bar to tolerate this and just allow it to happen.
Most of us packed up our gear and got out. I had to stay, because my gear was the house gear making all the sound.
Honestly, it was fun and entertaining. Singing their songs in unison was different from a typical drunken group of oil rig or shrimp boat worker assholes.
The one young one who passed out first, they pulled tables together to make a bed, creating a spectacle of his drunkenness, ending in a sort of funeral for the guy.
None of it was fitting to the typical Texas "Be Friendly" admonition to all strangers, newcomers and carpetbaggers.
Most people left and no one tried to fight with them. They were just so damn happy and celebrating at a very high level, people just let the strangers have their moment.
But at the end, there were over a hundred broken beer bottles and steins smashed against the walls of the club, the dance floor was approaching flood levels with spilled beer, one guy pissed in a corner, the doors were ripped off both bathrooms, half the tables were upside down, one broken, a few chairs had broken from them building tower over and over then climbing it in some game that seemed like a "King Of The Hill" spin off.
The club opened the next night with doors fixed, short one table and a few chairs, but back in business.
Most significantly, we never saw the Germans again.