Dipped in and out of some of the World Team Cup games today from Dusseldorf. The rain breaks were annoying but not half as much as the German crowd.
I think today was my breaking point after trading Hamburg last week as well. It's just that perpetual slow hand clapping the moment there's a micro-second break in the action. Starting to do my head in. What the hell is point?
But that's minor compared to the brain damage those bloody pre-pubescent squeals of "Let's go - insert suitably Germanic sounding name - Let's go"
Anyway, the chill remedy is a night in a relaxing country pub with Emma and some mates so I'm off out. Bah Humbug!! :-)
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