Trip Start Apr 29, 2006
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Munich is, by far, the finest city that Vinny Grella's Mum's Vanny Van Van Van has seen so far. The procession of narrow roads opening out onto large plazas, an enormous if a little plain park, wonderfully traditional and beautiful meseu and concert buildings. It also seems that Munich, or perhaps Bavaria, is the home of the German cliche - you know the one - the big german dude, dressed up in lederhosen, slapping himself, chopping wood, eating pretzels, drinking 1 litre steins. I might also add that Vinny Grella's Mum's Vanny Van Van Van is also home to such a person. Anyway, that stuff certainly doesn't seem to happen anywhere else in germany except munich. In fact, the lederhosen count at the moment reads: munich 24 - rest of germany 2. The rest of germany has a lot of work to do is the 2nd half of the world cup road trip of the devil of the death from hell
You may recall that in the last entry, i had a little whinge about the german practice of requiring deposit for drink bottles. Well, they do the same for glasses of beer, at least at the World Cup. It's been killing us, but is, no doubt, meant to ensure that you don't steal their steins. Surely they should trust us? anyway, with this philosophy firmly entrenched and having discussed it amongst ourselves several times, we found a nice biergarten which didn't require any deposit on the steins and enjoyed a few 1 litre beverages. and y'know what? After a few - that's right. Us? Stealing the steins. Huge fucking 1 litre steins. The only question now, as is always the question after stealing glasses from pubs, is what the hell do we do with them?
Game days are always killers. Firstly because of the pure emotional exhaustion poured into every minute of the game, as well as the nervous excitement for the previous 400. But secondly, we seem to have this stupid tendency to get ridiculously pissed the night before a game. we swore we wouldn't do it in Munich after Kaiserslautern, where Kieran and Paul were significantly worse for wear than any other people in the entire world at that time. But something happened a we turned the corner into Marienplatz and heard the Brazilian Samba beats. I don't know what it was, but at that moment, the cathedral bells tolled, announcing the arrival of beer o'clock. Who were we to resist? Next time, we will be stronger in resisting the crazy party atmosphere the night before the big game. By the way, Brazilians kinda know how to put on a good party - silly drum action going on everywhere, dancing, singing, all in good nature. Brilliant...
And so to the top 5. I hate to say it, but this top 5 is partly inspired by the scorer of brazil's second goal against us - Fred. I've been a big fan of Fred for a long time - not his soccer ability, but his name. The existence of a Braziliam soccer jet named Fred holds out hope that, somewhere in Brazil, there could be someone with the singular name of Bob, Bill or Barry (Ronaldinho, down the wing, crosses for Bobbbbb...). and there's little that we have found more amusing during this world cup than hearing names of new players we have never heard of that are funny, random or just plain brilliant. Here then are the top 5 names of players in the world cup.
4. Yaya Toure
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