Unerring (and amusing) narrative honesty. Brilliant.
There’s even something symbolically wilting about the plane in the photo.
UPDATE: Brian’s recovered and has blogged the air show in typical BM.com style.
We went, we watched, we booed.
And for Wayne Rooney to have a dig at the fans who have traveled 6000 miles... and spent thousands of pounds to watch that dross just proves how out of touch he is and what a primadonna he has become.
Still – as the photoset above shows, it was a good day out: firstly at the Waterfront, enjoying the view and the atmosphere and the beers and then off up to the amazing Cape Town Stadium, which was filled with passionate fans from both nations.
If only the standard of the football had lived up to the fans’ expectations.
Next up – North Korea and Portugal on Monday.
Having been down to Cape Town Stadium last night for the France v Uruguay game [PHOTOS], here are a few thoughts on the World Cup now that it’s actually here. Please excuse me as I am watching England v USA and my mum, who is utterly trollied, is giggling next to me. It’s very distracting.
Firstly, get to the stadiums EARLY. Yes, there was a bit of congestion outside the ground on Friday evening, but I cannot understand (or sympathise with) those who turn up with 10 minutes before kick off and expect to get in smoothly. And I don’t appreciate the arseholes in the queue next to me that moaned and complained about how “it wasn’t like this at the rugby“.
Well, no it wasn’t. But then there were half as many people there and there were no security checks whatsoever. Because no-one wanted to blow up the Boland v Stormers friendly.
And it actually was like that at the rugby today, where we were stuck in huge queues to get in and out.
But no whining.
Secondly, vuvuzelas are the future of crowd noise. What an atmosphere at the Waterfront for the Bafana game.
And when they scored – wow.
Thirdly, if you’re going along to Italy v Paraguay on Monday night – wrap up warm. The ‘realfeel’ temperature via accuweather.com is -2°C. Yes. Minus two. In Cape Town.
That’ll be fun. And if you think that’s bad for the fans, think of the poor players.
And – in defence of Robert Green and his pathetic goalkeeping (and it was pathetic), how much worse than Teko Modise’s misses yesterday was Green’s schoolboy mistake?
We’re back, having set a new record for the Struisbaai – Cape Town run and we’ve ordered pizza.
I would love to wax lyrical some more about the wonder of the Southern Cape, but I am hungry and tired and so I’m going to let the photos speak for me.
It was a great weekend, but I’m going to be happy to be back in my own bed this evening.
You know how it is.