Denmark vs Holland

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The Denmark vs Holland game received much publicity as newspapers in both countries have been very irreverent to Islam's Mohammad. Naturally, that meant more people heading there and a higher profile.

There were seven of us going to this game. Only four of us had tickets, while the other three negotiated with scalpers to get better tickets than us at lower prices. Once again, FIFA efficiency at work. They should all be taken out the back and shot. I've already sent an email to Ossama with the suggestion.

Speaking of Bin Laden, Al Qaeda had already stated that this game would be a target because of the cartoons in Dutch and Danish newspapers. Or maybe just the Danish newspapers and these guys can't tell the difference between Danish and Dutch. Such simpletons. Just shoot the ones not wearing clogs.

Anyway, I wondered around looking for terrorists. My main concern is that they would detonate a bomb and I would be able to get a shot of it. But no bombs got in because security was pretty tight. I got quite a nice big hug from one of the cute security guards on the way in! Anyway, with no bomb, we felt free to advertise our support from whatever team we felt like.

Tim, being a Dane when it comes to soccer, got decked out in Danish colours, bought flags and got Lori Ann to carry one too to show her support for this cold wet remnant of the Viking era.

The rest of us were polite enough not to wear the orange of Holland, but we weren't going to carry flags.

The game itself was pretty boring -- how exciting can 22 Europeans kicking an inflated piece of pig-skin up and down the field be anyway? But the crowd was fun.

Danes and Dutch know how to dress up for a game and created a crowd of orange with a few spots of red and the inevitable black/green/red/yellow of South African vuvuzelas.

We had great seats about 30 rows from the action between Dutch and Denmark fans. We were also just 20m from the bar, which a) saved time and b) didn't run out of beer!

Our only regret was that we didn't see the action of the "Ambush Marketing". Apparently Bavaria Beer company paid the flights and tickets for 36 young Dutch ladies to wear Bavaria Orange minidresses and do some choreographed dancing. Nobody would have noticed them if FIFA wankers hadn't decided to throw them out and press charges -- the whole stadium was dressed in orange anyway.

But it worked. After the match we went and bought some Bavaria Beer. It tasted like camel piss. But that was a pleasant change from drinking Budweiser (the only beer available) in the stadium, which tastes like cat piss.

You may wonder why beer companies that make decent beer don't sponsor these big events. But its because they don't need to -- people buy the beer anyway.

The chicks selling the beer were nothing special -- further proof that Budweiser has absolutely no taste. Coke, on the other hand, has great taste. I don't particularly like the flavour but I do like the chicks Coke hires to sell its image!

At the end of the game we headed home and washed our mouths out with the local Windhoek Beer to remove the stale aftertaste of Budweiser and Bavaria.

Much better!

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