Schlaaaaaaand

It was a great evening, although it would have been better if the German team had managed to score their one (very important) goal within the first 90 minutes of the game rather than having to go to extra time, but on the positive side at least it didn't end in the farce that is a penalty shoot out.

We watched the game in a bar/restaurant in the Altstadt, we were the usual mixed bag of expats and Germans (expats outnumbering the Germans, but only at our table). The guys for the most part watched the game with total absorption, the girls gossiped with an eye on the game - to the extent that the table of wrinklies next to us told us to be quiet...I'm surprised 1) that they could hear us over the surround sound that was so high it felt as though we were in Brazil & 2) that they needed to listen to the German commentary - isn't the action on the pitch the important part of a football match?

On our way home from the bar we got caught up in the fans motor cavalcade, admittedly we didn't quite fit in seeing as there were only two of us in the car (the fans usually overload their cars so that people are hanging out of windows/sunroofs/hatchbacks) & we weren't leaning on the horn (Mr K wouldn't let me) we did however have a large flag which I was more than happy to fly from the window! As we turned off to get home (fortunately the noise is kept down in the main town and doesn't make it up the hill) we approached a cop, standing aggressively almost in the middle of the road, whether he was there to turn revellers back into the main town or catch drink drivers (I'm sure there must have been lots last night) I don't know, but he didn't stop us anyway.