Went to my first football (soccer) game on Sunday. Asked for a ticket in the "rowdy" section and caught the live action between FCK (Kobenhavn Fotbal Club) and Esbjey. Sat next to a plumber from Poland that invited me to his house (I accepted, but didn't take down his details). You can smoke in the stadium, a privilege almost all took advantage of and most were enjoying drink of the golden variety.
The opposition goalie was given a red card less than a minute into the game and Santin (the guy who's name is on the team scarf I bought) potted a penalty shot and another to help the home squad to a 2-1 win. But, the real shit worth watching was in the stands. I'd say 80% of fans were male skinheads - not exactly the image you get when you think of Copenhagen - but they're around and they look fucking nasty. Before and after the game, the players applaud the fans by pointing their "claps" towards the stands - it's a "feel good", borderline popo moment that's a decent metaphor for the sport.
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Looks like fun.....I want to go to a Barcelona football game when we are there if possible.
You'll get nothing and like it! You will carry around our luggage and drinks like a Spanish mule - that is what you will do!
Barnsey put in a good performance this weekend overall. About a 9.5 out of ten. He lost .5 point because he did not put any sauce on his calzone at Euro-Deli - an obvious, obvious rookie move. I tried to gently inform Barnsey about this glaring error in judgement but he was immovable. As I was on the last bite of my calzone - Barnsey was barely done half and he left it at that. I think he thought it a bit dry - due to the lack of sauce. I'm hoping his learning curve is upward sloping and next time he will get much meat sauce on his Euro-Deli calzone.
.5 deduction's have been the story of The Barnzeseses career. If you remember his performance at Nagano versus Brian Boitano, he pulled up short on the triple lindy and barely held onto fourth place. Perfect scores are for people that enjoy sauce, even though one might make a salient argument that Euro-Deli food items, require no further assistance.
While the point is a hilarious one, it crystalizes the fact the score-keeping ref has now become the score-keepee.
Having said that - I would like to acknowledge Barnsey's superlative foosball play at Biftek. His play was, quite frankly, riveting. Maybe reeling from the punishment delivered on the Copacabana pool table - Barnsey administered a brutal beating on the Foosball table at Biftek. His play was both deft and cunning. My gullet was full of 15 vodkas and he used this to his advantage - goading me to make inept and ineffectual shots. Declared the winner - he basked in his new-found glory, celebrating with a rye and ginger (tall glass).
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