Flags are hanging from the windows. From the windows of cars and houses alike. Coming back home a guy walked past me, proudly waving a flag.
The atmosphere was quite weird, almost eerie. I had the impression some shops closed earlier and people wearing suits or office outfits were rushing home, or to some friends' house, or to the pub.
Rushing to watch England play against Algeria tonight. After the draw against the US, they can't afford to lose.
You can feel it in the damp air, the pressure, the vibe of the World Cup Fever. And if you just glance up, you will also see it all around.
White flags, a red cross. England. How nationalist one can be because of football...
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