"Eight English fans were arrested at Cologne railway station for assault and public order offences. Robert Schafer, in charge of the Frankfurt policing operation, said: "It was all very minor stuff ... nothing extraordinary for a big event." - Guardian Unlimited, Monday, June 12, 2006
The above incident took place, conservatively, ten minutes after we had arrived in Cologne. I pointed out an English t-shirt which referenced a popular England football song about ten German bombers in the air, and Jason mentioned it to the guy wearing the shirt. Before I could turn to see the guy´s reaction a whole group of them were in full song, right in a German train station.
We all went down the stairs together and got to a crossroads in the station. The English went one way and we went the other. We exited the station and milled around for a few minutes when we saw about twenty German riot police run into the station through the exit the English would have taken based on the way they had gone. There is no definitive evidence I can find to link us to the event, but I would say it is definitely more than likely that we caused a melee within our first moments in a World Cup host city.
Now I´m going to rant a little. We have seen dozens, maybe a hundred, Americans in Berlin and only one of them has been wearing any kind of USA gear at all. Jason and I have represented every day, as have the Swedes, Croats and English, but it seems that most Americans are just über jackasses. It makes me absolutely livid to see groups of Americans who are "here for the World Cup" sitting around in their Abercrombie shit.
On a brighter note we spent last night, after all the football, out with a bunch of Croatian guys (photos to follow). They were a blast to hang out with and Jason and I were made honorary Croats. We got their custom made supporter t-shirts and I even ended up with a sweet hat. Plus, some eastern European woman who was sitting at a table outside the bar with a few guys very blatantly offered to suck me off by pointing at my crotch and saying the word "suck" about four times until she realized that there wasn´t a problem with my comprehension, just my willingness.
To top the night off we got some tasty Turkish pizzas and when we were sick of eating them I fired them against the window of a Cartier store. That´s all for now, from Berlin, but there will certainly be more to follow.
The above incident took place, conservatively, ten minutes after we had arrived in Cologne. I pointed out an English t-shirt which referenced a popular England football song about ten German bombers in the air, and Jason mentioned it to the guy wearing the shirt. Before I could turn to see the guy´s reaction a whole group of them were in full song, right in a German train station.
We all went down the stairs together and got to a crossroads in the station. The English went one way and we went the other. We exited the station and milled around for a few minutes when we saw about twenty German riot police run into the station through the exit the English would have taken based on the way they had gone. There is no definitive evidence I can find to link us to the event, but I would say it is definitely more than likely that we caused a melee within our first moments in a World Cup host city.
Now I´m going to rant a little. We have seen dozens, maybe a hundred, Americans in Berlin and only one of them has been wearing any kind of USA gear at all. Jason and I have represented every day, as have the Swedes, Croats and English, but it seems that most Americans are just über jackasses. It makes me absolutely livid to see groups of Americans who are "here for the World Cup" sitting around in their Abercrombie shit.
On a brighter note we spent last night, after all the football, out with a bunch of Croatian guys (photos to follow). They were a blast to hang out with and Jason and I were made honorary Croats. We got their custom made supporter t-shirts and I even ended up with a sweet hat. Plus, some eastern European woman who was sitting at a table outside the bar with a few guys very blatantly offered to suck me off by pointing at my crotch and saying the word "suck" about four times until she realized that there wasn´t a problem with my comprehension, just my willingness.
To top the night off we got some tasty Turkish pizzas and when we were sick of eating them I fired them against the window of a Cartier store. That´s all for now, from Berlin, but there will certainly be more to follow.
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