11.06.2010 - 21.06.2010 22 °C
World Cup Fever is here and it may just be me but the standard has been pretty shite so far. The new ball is supposed to fly the straightest and truest of any yet – well why didn’t anyone tell the f**king players, the amount of times I have seen that ball hit wide or high makes me want to scream. As for the goalkeeping the less said the better!
Watched England’s 1st game in Munich (Irish bar of course) with the Borthwicks. Munich turned out to be the most enjoyable city we’ve been in so far; full of character, characters and Germans on the peeve from 10am. Met Barry from Liverpool in one bierkeller and was pleased to sit next to someone with a redder face than mine. Discovered we were experts on the same 2 subjects; football and divorce. Met Mario from Munich in the same bar the next day (unsure of his real name but he had dungarees on like SuperMario) who we ascertained thanks to Sarah translating had 6 kids and €100 on South Korea to win!
Made our way back to the campsite where we had left our van on the Friday and found a place to watch the Germany game – big screen, outside, cushty. Ended up the pair of us drinking litres, sitting in a thunderstorm and entertaining 2 young American girls in the van until daft o’clock listening to GLC’s Yer Mothers Got A Penis! Awesome according to our new friends.
Moved further North after that to 2 small towns. Place called Ellwangen was 1st and even though it wasn’t very big the main square was set up with bars and a giant screen for the football. Drove next to Eberbach and found ourselves on the set of Shaun Of The Dead, walking f**king corpses everywhere it was as if Dignitas had set up a euthanasia campsite. Got the train into Heidelberg at 10am for England’s next game which considering it didn’t kick off until 8.30pm was probably a bad idea. As we discovered later there is a US airbase in the city so as we sat to watch Germany v Serbia we were surrounded by Yanks all in German colours screeching at the TV (mainly far too pretty young girls) who then all started cheering the US in the next game. You can imagine how popular I was sat in my England top cheering Germany having a man sent off, a goal disallowed, conceding a goal and best of all missing a penalty. Oh and then cheering Slovenia’s 2 goals against the Yanks. Luckily it was past their curfew by time England put on their pitiful display.
End of the night, train home and bed then? Not quite that straightforward I’m afraid. 1st Faye chucked herself down the stairs of the Bar. Then she was flat out on the train when I realised we were going in the wrong direction and it was the last train so I gave her a couple of quick slaps and hauled her off at the next stop which was similar to getting off at Wetheral. Luckily for us there were 3 teenage girls on the platform who after much confusion understood our problem but then f**cked off. To our eternal gratitude 2 returned with the time and station of our only possible way back and 1 of the girls Dad somehow agreed to race us to the necessary station, admitting on the way he would have driven us all the way to the campsite but he’d had too much to drink!! Home in the end at 1am and drove on the next day with the welcome sight of Faye in the passenger seat spewing into a bin bag.
Now in Southern Holland and preparing for Wednesday and hopefully a decent England performance and victory and looking forward to the Nocters flying out next week.
Take care. CG