.. Then We Take Berlin
Well, we do eventually. It’s a LONG drive for a game of football. Too far, in retrospect, but still fun. A couple of delays, a detour, a couple of stops and we arrive in Berlin to meet a traffic jam. The best bit is that this affords a great view of a poor version of the Blackpool Tower.
So, we smile and take the wrong turn at Spandau and approach the Olympic Stadium. Park in a street, get out, stretch and wander to the food place. One Doner Durum later and I’m set. We wander off to the stadium, joking about how David doesn’t have a ticket. It’s a bit strange, a major stadium sat at the end of a residential street. Wembley Way is far better!
The Stadium is impressive in a 1930’s style. The running track indicates a prior purpose and it is impresive inside. No alcohol but free programmes is a nice touch. We find our seats and settle down. A pair of Brits sit in front but we are at the opposite end of the ground to the England fans.
The German fans seem irate before the game. They are moaning and drunk. As soon as the game starts one bloke wants to fight someone because they can’t see past his head! They jeer the England team and boo through the anthem. They seem to think that insulting the Queen will upset people. They are probably wrong.
One bloke went to the shop to buy a love doll, with holes. He brought ‘her’ to the ground, wearing a crown and sat with her through the game. He looked sad at the start, worse during the game and terrible at the end. I wonder if his Mum is proud of him?
England played very well and deserved the win. It could have been 5 or more. But we won and that is good. The journey back was quieter but fun for the Brits!
But Thursday was better. I’ve not stopped smiling yet!