Okay, back to the point. Tuesday night a bunch of us had tickets to the European Cup qualifier between the Netherlands and Sweden! Taking the metro was ridiculous. You didn't have to hold on to anything because it was so packed you wouldn't move if the train launched into hyper-speed. That didn't damper spirits, though. Oranje and Swedish fans alike were singing loudly together and jumping up and down, making the metro BOUNCE.
At every seat there was a free little flag that you were supposed to wave when anything happened. Really. Anything.
We did so enthusiastically. We also did the wave approximately 50 times.
Then we watched soccer football!
One of my friends summed up my feelings about this sport quite simply. "All this fuss and excitement, and it's very likely that no one will end of winning."
But the Oranje did! 4-1!
And then it was over. After 90 minutes of playing time. When you're used to American football games, it was kind of anticlimactic. Like, wait, it's time to go? I'm just getting started!
It was fun. The atmosphere was crazy...borderline unreal. But I gotta say, I'll take Sunday afternoons in the states over Tuesday nights in Europe. That's just me.
