I've got increasingly excited about the World Cup. I'm not into football, (and certainly not the spoilt, cocky and evidently quite incapable English team), but Switzerland is a great place to enjoy such an international tournament. Every apartment block is now adorned with flags. Obviously there are the Swiss flags; but they tend to be there all year round and also decorate rock faces, pavements, baseball caps and anything else that might need a little Swissifying... but there are flags from pretty much every nation that has been involved in the World Cup. Where I live, there are mainly Portuguese and Italians (although their flags came down pretty quickly), and in some neighbourhoods, the St George's cross hangs from balconies. The trick to avoid racist attacks or accusations of being a bloody auslander is to hang the Swiss flag alongside your nation's colours.
The excitement of watching a televised game in a bar here is that you can pretty much guarantee that there will be people from both team's countries present, (unless you head to a bar called Mama Afrika like I did last night for the Ghana game.), so the atmosphere is awesome. So, football really can be a great experience...I think I had let those hooligans back home put me off perhaps.
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