So I wasn’t feeling very good, and spent a large amount of the day resting up for the big event of the trip. The Anderlecht – Bilboa soccer match. Front row seats! European cup competition! I was excited. And the game did not let down. In fact, I’m sorry to say this Paris and Brussels and Brugge, because you are great cities, but the sports fan in me will think that the soccer game was the highlight of the trip. And why was it so great?
Well, when was the last time you were at a sporting event where –
- The supporters for the home team stood the whole match, singing different songs, yelling different chants, booing when announcements were made in the opposing team’s language, and giving the finger whenever the opposing players were announced?
- The supporters for the opposing team had to be kept in a different section, entirely inaccessible to the rest of the stadium?
- The whole crowd lives and dies with every touch of the ball?
- The crowd, after a goal, all chants in unison the players last name after the first name has been announced?
- At the end of the game, when their team is about to win, holds up their scarves and starts singing a hymn?
It really was an incredible experience. And I don’t think you even have to like soccer to get wrapped up in the emotion. Especially when the home team wins 4-0.
Oh, and did I mention that we had front row seats, and a perfect view for the first goal of the game, which happened literally right in front of us?
Yeah, it was amazing. Thanks, Frans!