/// los campeones

when you drop-kick someone you will never win.

andy, marina and i were in hornstull station after the game when we heard a vuvuzela and riotous spanish cheering and singing going on upstairs, coming ever closer to the platform. we made a bet: 4 (marina), 7 (me) and 10 (andy) people. we found ourselves slowly backing away as the sound came closer and closer, louder and louder.  we first saw three guys coming down the steps and then behind them, a whole parade of ecstatic spaniards, facepaint, flags and fantastic cheering and jumping and all. we don't know how many they were, but we ended up cheering and dancing along with them.

one of the three guys sheepishly smiled and waved his little dutch flag at me. i smiled back at him.

and then i ran to catch the train to slussen and joined the winners in their dance parade.