DAY 25...... Sitrep
Woke full of beans and ready to hit the England fans meeting in Belo. Being an ex squaddie and obvious navigation god, I plotted the location from the map in my England fans handbook, planned my route, calculated time speed and distance and set off. I arrived at the exact spot, at the planned time but no England fans hub? Flagged a taxi and found out I was in the exact point they had put in the map.. but the real address was 2 miles away (That is my excuse and by god I'm sticking by it!). Feeling part smug and part cheated I took the taxi.
There was an understandably subdued atmosphere at the meet. My promise of limited drinking disappeared with the first vodka, I pissed 'Tubes' off (real name Peter ), by disagreeing with his view of why England are so shite and had Tony Gale buy me a drink. Headed into the party district to watch the Brazil game.
Streets packed but although people crowded round TV's, most were chatting and not watching the game.... pausing only to cheer if Brazil scored?
Decided to head back to hotel early but kept stopping to talk to fans of all nations, which invariably lead to having a drink, and eventually arrived, dribbling, at the hotel at 1 in the morning after the reported free taxi ride.