Notice, if you will, the drink of choice of these ardent fans, during their most important game....

Coke.

Admittedly there were one or two bottles of beer on the tables, usually a litre shared between two or three.

As soon as it went to extra time I started to annoy Liz by saying "The Germans always win on penalties." Because, well I am pundit supreme, and my knowledge of football is second to... third to... oh hell I can't back that up.

Anyway, yesterday the city wasn't full of the happiest of Argentines.

We ended up in a Peruvian restaurant after going to see some weird short films at the Biblioteca Nacional (A retelling of the medusa legend, animated, set in BA and about three pop stars... well you might think it's weird and you'd be right) and in the restaurant I did see the most stupid man I have seen in a long while, wearing a Germany 2006 tee shirt. I'm expecting to read of his demise in this morning's paper.    ¶ 2:21 PM