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Published: June 21st 2006
Celeb Status
Thousands of snap-happy journo's wanted a piece of our body paint brillianceThis time last year I would have smirked at you if you had have told me I would be attending the World Cup in Germany. Furthermore, I would have scoffed at you if it was implied that I would show any form of real excitement towards a round balled game that quite often produces a scoreless draw. And, would’ve been absolutely shattered if told that I would turn down offers of more than $2000 for a ticket I paid $45 for.
How things have changed.
Whatever judgments are made from what is written and seen here will never completely do it justice. The atmosphere was electric. The excitement beyond compare. The anticipation unrivalled. The 2006 World Cup in Germany - was an event that simply had to be experienced to be believed.
With Australia and Brazil both lending themselves to Green and Gold, finding the correct attire to wear to the game was always going to be crucial to showing our true colours. But never did we consider it to become such a talking point. Our typically Australian thinking of “Less is best” lent us to zincing up our chests and donning some swimming attire. Then, for the
Advancing Australian Fair
Producing a roar far louder than any anthem preceeding any GrandFinal best part of the next three hours Pete, Jonesy and myself were asked to pose with literally hundreds of snap happy revellers - Aussies, Brazilians, Germans, and every one else that packed the party-consumed Munich streets. I was approached by every second Brazilian and told exactly who Ronaldo was. Who then proceeded to tell Jonesy what Brazil is. All doing so whilst gazing at Petes hairy butt cheeks in complete disbelief. We were dubbed clever, corny and criminal, which evidently lead us to making two German papers, an Argentine documentary, and apparently, a Japanese gay magazine.
For the duration of our stay my staple diet consisted of three of the best German sausages I have ever tasted, a hamburger, and stein after stein after stein of HB beer - most of it poured at Hoffbraus Haus - a place where I learnt my one and only German word - Frost. Speaking of meat, it didn’t really surprise us, that with football largely regarded a man’s game, the nightlife on this Munchen weekend delivered by enlarge a sausage fest.
Finding accommodation prior to leaving was never high on our priority list - nor was sleep come nightfall. So our
Merchandise aplenty
Never really been a Scarf wearer myself partying seemed destined to spill into the many Brazilian dominated parties that took place in and around the city square. A party that had no curfew.
Very little needs to be said about the game itself. I’m sure that, despite the time difference, most Australians would have watched it. But it needs to be said that the 2-nil result paled into insignificance come games end. Any football follower would have been suitably impressed with Australia’s performance. The consensus amongst everyone in Germany was - that the greatest tournament in the world had desperately missed Australia’s presence.
Australia now faced the tough assignment of Croatia to qualify for the next round. And…
the three of us faced a similarly tough assignment of 12 hours travel to get home for work comeTuesday.
Stand Up for the Socceroos!
Davidhagen
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Heidi
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Ich liebe der socceroos
Guten Tag Dave, du bist ein schon Aussie Herr! Essen, Trinken und sexen! Great to hear from you, love the outfits, love your style! Keep having the time of your life and yeH...go the socceroos! Auf wiedersehn xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx