I like football as much as the next woman, maybe even a little more. I know the names of several football greats both past and present, I can distinguish certain clubs, I know something of the rules (most importantly, when it's off-side) and provided there's nothing else on, will even watch the odd game on telly.
But what I don't get, is the need grown men feel to dress up in silly outfits, swill beer all day, and ask every German they encounter for their grandfather's bicycle back. I once watched a group of Holland-supporters topple a German tourist coach with the people still in it, all because Germany had won another interland.
Everyone knows that our side plays the best football in the world, but everyone also knows that our side never win any major championship. They just can't do it. Every single time, they get beaten by a side that may not play as beautifully or as fairly, but that never loses sight of the goal which is: to win.
Tonight, another Holland-Germany game kicks off. My colleagues and almost all the commuters on the train this morning, are decked out in orange clothing and some have even drawn red, white and blue flags on their faces. For Chrissakes, the game doesn't start until 9-ish! Why do I have to be confronted with this madness during working hours?