This big day was well planned out. It too would run with German precision.
We assembled and started with breakfast (and a castle light – JUST because it was only R10 with any breakfast) at Beleza, after which we proceeded to park cars at my house and walk down to the fan park, like a well organised German army led by our kitted out captain. (except for the one named Adolf, ironically, who got delaed by an Argentinean fan and showed up later)
By the time we found our spot, “South African Lager” in hand there was still 2hours to go and the place was already PACKED>
So we got to watch the live entertainment. The build up to the game gave us theamazing Vuvuzela Orchestra (biiig fail, they can be glad they picked hits like Shosaloza and the SA National anthem (disgrace!) cause if the crowd wasn’t singing along enthusiastically I doubt you would have known what they wereplaying.
Other acts (slightly better) included Ice-cream and chocolate sticks (who opened with their hit MY CAPE TOWN – with the super cool, super local music video that my buddy My worked on...) as well as a speech by Danny Jordaan (what a legend) and other important people. Even the very popular Zakumi made an appearance (or 3), as we heard Waka Waka once again.
“Waka waka it’s time for Africa, oh oh oh oh oh - when i grow older I will be stronger...” seemed to be the constant sound track to the day...
And then the game kicked off, with nervous smiles on the painted faces around me. Never did we expect a four - null thumping.
After celebrating the 1st goal, jumping up and down, spilling beer and taking out of focus pictures I saw this little boy was watching us with a sad face, i stopped in mid jump and smiled at him, and he gave me a sad smile back. Im sorry your team had to be so humiliated lil man. Stay strong ;)
The celebrations quickly got CRAZY and with every goal the men in black scored more German fans made their way over to our chaotic mosh pit part of the parade.
By the end of the game I was surrounded by Germans, and FIFA official photographers horded in to snap away at the magic celebrations...
What a game, what an outcome... My heart still pounded wildly by the time we settled in front of a friend’s TV with a glass of red wine to see who the opponent in the next game would be.
And all I have to say about that is that the Spanish will have to come with something a little more special if they want to beat the Deutsche Machine tonight.
Die Kaap is weer Hollands (an old Afrikaans saying, meaning the cape is Dutch again, referring to the early history of Cape Town when the Dutch and English took turns to rule the Cape) as last night my city was orange with Dutchies marching to the Final at Soccer City on Sunday.
A Dutch – German final would be a dream come true... touch wood, hold thumbs, and cheer your hearts out.
(i have some great images, just need to find a reliable internet connection... TIA... for now you can view them here)
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