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The City of Roses?

All those who wander are not lost, but all those that drive cabs in Bloemfontein certainly are

Hi, this is Josh writing. John is taking his first shower of the trip so I snuck onto the ol' Acer to say 'whatup'.

We are nearing the end of our second day in Bloemfontein, and I think it's fair to say we've had a mixed bag of results so far.

Prior to the flight in yesterday, I'd not heard much of this host city so we decided to ask our driver Devan (Deevanne? Sp?) about it. We had the following exchange:

"So, what's Bloemfontein like?"

"Bloemfontein isn't good for much else besides farming corn. I hope you are excited to farm the corn, as you say in America."

Needless to say, I wasn't too pumped, despite the fact that Bloem was the first city in which we had match tickets. We were set to see Paraguay-Slovakia, which on the face of it looked like one of the more forgettable clashes of the group stage, but I was hopeful. Both sides would be fragile emotionally, after dropping points late on in each of their opening matches, and also featured good attacking players (Hamsik, Barrios, Stoch, blah blah blah).

Here's my version of our flight in to Bloem. I had assumed the planes would be small at some point this trip, but not THIS small, even for a flight just under an hour long.

My consternation was augmented by the fact that of what was maybe 30 seats on the plane, 10 were being filled by a merry (read:drunken) band of Slovakian brothers. These guys were like the O'Doyle(Billy Madison reference...had to!) family on crazy Eastern Bloc steroids. Absolutely nuts, pounding two beers at a time, singing, burping, the whole show.

The best part was that just before takeoff, our flight attendant comes on and is like "We ask that you remain in your seats for the entirety of the flight, as any passenger movement could unbalance the plane while it is airborne."

Guess what happened? Yep, we hit cruising altitude and next thing I know it's literally musical Slovakian chairs on the damn aircraft. Every one of these dudes had to try the bathroom, sit in the front row (vacant, unfortunately) and/or look for a flight staff person to ask for more beer. Sit the F$%& down, bro! What are you doing?! Safe to say right then I made the decision to back Paraguay.

There was one other man who couldn't be bothered to stay seated, although he was not from Bratislava. Indeed, it was the impeccably polite (ha!) former Arsenal hardman, Martin Keown. Now, I am an Arsenal supporter, but not because of Mr. Keown. He was a bit taller than I envisioned, but just as cold.

After speaking with the guy, I understand why I wasn't really drawn to him. Not the most pleasant character. To be fair, he was absolutely mauled by the band of Slovak brothers by the time I got to him, so that couldn't have contributed positively to his mood. My thing, though, is "Hey, Marty, if you don't want to get accosted by mad Slovakian dudes, maybe you shouldn't rock your credential exposed that has YOUR NAME all over it." Whatever.

He also seemed pretty bummed when I asked him what he thought of the US performance against Slovenia. We had the following exchange:

"Well, yes, I saw it. I was covering it for the BBC."

OK, dude, whatever you say. Not sure if you caught my accent or not, but it ain't like my eyes are plastered to BBC coverage on the 'tele' back in the UNITED STATES. Seriously, bro. I don't even know what BBC stands for.

Pretty sure JF rehashed the debacle that was our transport from the airport to "Solo Gracia", our guesthouse. It was painful. All I will say is that our driver literally drove past the same set of hotels four times, hoping that ours might pop up if we circle around again.

"Ummmm, guy. I appreciate the effort and all, but we've been past the Protea Hotel three times, it's not gonna be any different on the fourth try."

Anyway, we made it. From there, following a suculent monkey gland rump steak at dinner, we proceeded to cuhhhh-rush beers at Barba's, which apparently is the number 1 coolest spot to watch the matches. When in Rome, I suppose.

The match today? Well, it was the least attended match so far, which always makes you feel special when you thwomp down $120/seat. What makes you feel even more special is when, upon admission into the stadium, you take a look at your ticket and it reads "Level: Top, Row: Z".

Level Top, row Z? Are you joking me? We had seats in the very last row of the entire stadium. We got our tickets in April of 2009. We paid with US dollars. Needless to say we are red-blooded, cold-hearted Americans so we clearly sat in way better seats than we were assigned. Not lower level, mind you, more like first couple rows balcony style, among our favorite group of supporters thus far, those plucky Paraguayans (DEFINITELY already tired of the South African fans). Good enough seats for John to read the numbers on the backs of the shirts, which seemed to be a concern for him. I got you, John, don't worry!

The play on the field was a bit sleepy, I think mostly due to the sun sitting directly over the pitch. It was one of those weird cold-hot suns, which leaves you achy afterwards. Paraguay bossed the match from the off, and they were always going to earn the three points. They seem to have found a useful combination of grit, skill and finishing, and they always pick the right pass. The Slovakians were not helped by the fact that their captain Hamsik looked more interested in his impending summer vacation than creating anything of value, and early in the second half their manager completely lost the plot, moving his best wide player (his son, as it were) infield, compromising any width they had leading up to then.

It was a good match to see first, as our upcoming games should see quite a bit more excitement, better play, better attendance and less sun in our eyes. Ghana-Germany promises to be electric.

Only problem with that? More vuvuzelas than today. Peace.

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