Gelsenkirchen,Germany-World Cup

Finally, the World Cup is here. It is one of those things that you are waiting for your whole life (of course only if you are a sports fanatic like i am) and once it is there, it is weird that it actually feels like it is just another day (and like it should feel any different.) Or maybe these thoughts are just consequences of having to sit next to a 7-year old the whole night on the flight to Europe. Now i know how people suffering from insomnia feel. I flew into Dusseldorf and right at the airport ran into Ilia (Kume nemoj vise da se sudaras sa nepoznatima po aerodromima.) I caught a ride on his bus thinking that it is going to the stadium, only to find myself stuck somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Germany when the group stopped for a 4 hour break. Needing to meet with some friends in the city and dragging two suitcases with me, i had to embark on finding my way out of some forsaken village. Does anyone here speaks english? Obviously not since i ended up visisting four other cities (following directions from locals) until i finally made it to Gelsenkirchen. The ride that should have taken 30 mintues somehow ended up to be 4 hours in my case. I guess i should have known that that was a sign of things to come. I finally made it to the city and met up with Boki and Ilia and we made our way to the stadium. Excitement was growing as we were approaching the sea of blue and white masses walking to the arena (Needles to say they were much smarter to walk as opposed to us who decided that it was a much better idea to take a jam packed tram with no ac, going 0.2 kilometers per hour. But then again, i just spent 4 hours on a public transportation system in Germany, so what's another 45 minutes give or take? As long as i don't breathe I will be fine.) Finally we are in the arena, and it is amazing. The whole area behind one of the goals is packed with our fans, flags, signs and people singing (it didn't last long, only for the first few minutes until Argentinians scored many. I don't even know how many since i can not count that high in english.) Everything else afterwards was just a blur. We left the stadium right after Kezman got his red card, embarassed and shocked. I think it was 3:0 but by the time we made it to the train station it was already doubled. As we were driving back to the city, an old Serbian lady (upon learning where i came from) said: "Poor boy, and you came half way across the world for nothing." I was thinking to myself, i wish it was for nothing, instead i paid a lot for it :-) But it was our vacation and we were bound not to let this game get us down. I decided i was just gonna enjoy it all and not even think about it (which actually really worked, if i don't count 432 reminisances between us on this subject over the next couple of weeks.) Oh well, it was a time for the next stop on the journey, Stuttgart, where we were visiting my uncle, one and only Dr. Milivojevic....