In Other Words

Football Freaks

Watched the football last night. One one between the Dutch and the Germans. Bloody twits couldn’t get their act together, despite the fact that everybody, in general, agreed that the Dutch were the better team.

The reason? The Dutch players are all bloody divas! They are ‘Presila queen of the dessert!’ in the end they did start to play together a bit and managed to draw the game (as the bloody Germans had scored a goal in the beginning) but it still sucked chicken cock.

What was nice was the immense turn up at the Dutch club. There must have been near on 200 people there. All up at 2.30 in the morning to ‘enjoy’ the first game of the Dutch and the Germans. It was quite surprising for me that there were so many people, but what was even more surprising was the large German minority that moved through the room and cheered at the moments the Dutch booed, and booed as the Dutch roared their approval to the stars.

There was no tension. While the Dutch players on the field couldn’t even be forgiving enough of each other to manage to play in the same team (Kluivert and van Nisteroy refuse to play on a field together) the Dutch (and Germans) of the pitch are capable of watching a game side by side (with large amounts of alcohol) without any animosity.

There was a guy there who I knew, who worked for the Dutch club’s sport commission serving alcohol behind the bar (as most of the staff probably didn’t want to work at 2.30 on a Tuesday) and he told me, afterwards, that he was amazed by what had gone on. He had never witnessed something like that, he said.

I guess its not every day that you see two hundred orange wearing, flag waving, cheering mad (wo)men consuming huge quantities of beer without getting into any serious trouble. The nationalistic feelings of the Dutch might have come as a slight surprise, as well. After all, the Dutch are normally quite un nationalistic, even quite critical. He must have thought that extends over every field and, in many ways, be a qualifying factor of the Dutch. In many ways he’s probably right, except in football. Football is important to the Dutch, especially if it means we might win from the Germans, after all they still have to give us back our bikes!

I was amazed there were that many Dutch people in all of Singapore, truth be told. I knew there must be, but I never saw them. I’m not sure if it was because I was hiding from them or they from me. Probably a bit of both. One Dutch person around is enough for my taste, and I already see him every morning in the mirror.

posted by Symbol @ 16.6.04