Represent Photo’s: Barcelona v Sundowns
For those of us that never got to see the match last week, enjoy our photostory! Our man Adi represented – 2 hour traffic, stadium packed to (over) capacity and great football with an electric incredible energy- we certainly won’t be missing the next one. We can’t wait for 2010!!! See the photies here.. On Wednesday night I went with a group of six people to see Barcelona take on Mamelodi Sundowns at Loftus Versveld. I am normally very much of the opinion that watching sport on television is the way to go: better angles, no traffic and that kind of thing. Two reasons led to me saying yes to the invitation. Firstly, the friend who asked me is constantly organizing things from which I generally flake out and, secondly, Ronaldinho was going to be there. For me, and about 5,96 billion people, he is the ultimate footballer. The other 36 million is the population of Argentina who still think Maradona is the guy. FC Barcelona was recently rated as one of the top six club sides ever to play the game, according to a recent poll conducted on my couch. The others are Liverpool, Manchester United, AC Milan, Real Madrid and the legendary Norwood Eagles under-nine team of the late 1980’s. Couple this with the fact that, some-the-hell-how, Sundowns managed to get them to Pretoria fielding a first string side and you have the reason why I was willing to go bumper to bumper from Killarney all the way to the city of embassies, gravy trains and the mighty Blue Balls. With my friend Mario in the car we had ample time to figure out the following truths en route: everyone listens to 702, Jackie Selebi and Tony Yengeni are sinister fools, nobody invites me to poker anymore, and we need Winston Churchill to sort out the Taxi industry. Three members of our group have names ending in the letter O, and somewhere in this it was organized that we could park at the Italian Embassy, a Cape Dutch building two blocks from Loftus. From here we walked to the stadium. The game was a sellout – think Celine Dion, not Hansie Cronje. By 19:55, 60 000 spectators were crammed into 59 999 seats. Up to a thousand ticket holders weren’t allowed inside because it turns out that the officials tasked with gate control were making thousands of rand selling entry to non-ticket holders. Imagine how happy Frau Eva Schweinsteiger will be when she flies here to see her little Bastian play his last World Cup, only to find that her seat has been sold by the guy from...
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