|View from my bedroom window|
|Local Football Fest|
|Restaurant at the end of my street|
Then I went for an explore around the Maracana - ten minutes walk away. It was cool walking around the stadium mingling with the Argies (and one or two Germans) as if I was going to the match before getting the metro down to the southern end by Ipanema beach followed by a long stroll along Copacabana before settling down in the sand with a big caipirinha in my hand to watch Brazil get stuffed again, this time 0-3 to Holland.
|Maracana - all set up for the Final|
|Tomorrow this will all be out of bounds unless you have a ticket|
|Spectacular setting - even in mid winter|
|Copacabana - stretching ahead of me|
|Destination - right at the other end, FIFA fanfest|
|Vamos, vamos, Argentina!|
|FIFA Fan fest filling fast|
|Lovers. The first (and only) gay couple spotted were Aussies!|
|All set for the Brasil v Holland|
The first was a penalty. Although Robben went over as he is well trained to do, and the actual foul was probably outside the box, Silva could have been shown a red card, so a penalty and a yellow was probably fair. The second was another defensive cock up from "sideshow Bob". The first thing every schoolboy is taught when defending is to head the ball out for a corner when in doubt, but David Luiz contrived instead to head the ball straight back to the Dutchman in a way reminiscent of the Germany game. Brasil offered little in response and Holland added a third, well worked, goal in the 2nd half to complete their miserable anti-climax to the world cup.
After that I met up with Craig from Perth outside a hotel on Copacabana and we caught the metro to Lapa where Simon had told me he was doing a gig. We had a pizza and a few bevvies as I got a text telling me the venue had changed. My mobile phone was dying s we decided to stay and have a few more.
The Final is tomorrow and the next day my Brasil 2014 experience will finally end.