GER 4, ARG 0
But that evening, after working through the road closures that (not so) conveniently put out hotel inside the security zone, we emerged from the hotel into chaos.
The streets were packed with German, Argentine and other fans, each trying to out-psyche each other. The Germans were very methodical and prepared – even going so far as to have someone bring a whole KEG as a hat. The Argentines were louder and more unified in their white and sky blue attire.
Shoulder to shoulder with people from around the world, we hiked down the closed streets of Cape Town to the beautiful Green Point stadium. A quick breeze through security, a peek at the Coca-Cola dancers (lame) and the rival MTN Celluar dancers (way better), and we were in the stadium.
Nothing like you get on TV, of course. The stadium was at once much larger and much smaller than I expected. The field was smaller than it looks on TV, which made sharing the event with 64,100 other spectators a strangely intimate experience.
And, of course, who could forget the game itself? The play was beautiful – that is if you were German. Watch ESPN for the highlights, but the young German team demolished the favorites. The night was an evening I will remember.
Next up, a drive around the tip of Africa to the city of Durban for the next match. Spain vs Germany!!