I heard my first three American football supporters last night. They were plotting their Garden Route along the coast of South Africa. The USA play first in Johannesburg. It's a funny thing about Americans. You often tend to hear them before you see them. They were not wearing colours. They had no tattoos (that I could see). They looked well fed. And they were sober as judges. But that was probably about to change as they were deliberating on an expedition to "Dubliners" on Long Street. There was also talk of going to "Townships" next week, a hard-assed boozer on a par with the Grafton in Liverpool. But seriously, much respect to the Americans for pitching up and cheering on their team.
I wonder how they were received by the local talent in Club Kaapstad much, much later on. They were only up against irresponsible and homeless looking Argentines. Surely they must have scored...or is that not how it works?






























