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On Sunday Charles and I went to Nürnberg to see Portugal vs Holland. Charles arrived in Frankfurt late in the morning and we got into a rather adventerous train journey a few hours later.
First the locomotive had to be changed due to technical difficulties... Then we had to stop right in the middle, the whole train smelled like burned plastic, and the personel was running around like crazy. But of course, it was just a precaution.
With about 40 minutes delay we arrived in Nürnberg, but never got the free drinks that were promised.
First of all a some sightseeing in Nürnberg. It is a lovely city, many old, nice building.
The Germans really don't like Holland. At least when it comes to football. Every single match, even those where Germany and Holland aren't playing, you can here them sing "Ohne Holland, fahren wir nach Berlin". (Without Holland, we'll drive to Berlin)
The game itself started rather boring. Then in the second half, it started to get slightly faster and more exciting. And even brutal at the end. In the stadium we didn't see all the brutal scenes that were shown over and over on TV.