Whilst booking into Reyneke park to get some kip before the big game, fellow brit Warrick actually recognised me from the UK newspapers and offered us 2 spare beds in their room.
Well i woke up the following morning with one thing in mind.....secure tickets as soon as possible, on our approach to the Free State Stadium I was awash with angst. Don't really want to say too much, got the tickets, watched the game, felt dejected...realigned the mind, congratulated the Germans and spent the evening enjoying ultimately what the World Cup is about. Revelled in the celebrations again late into the night, enjoying what was a great carnival spirit.
Met some wonderful locals who have made us feel very comfortable during a couple of days much needed rest. Obviously England are out of the World cup,as great as it would of been had England held aloft the cup as an ending for the film, that is not what the Thumbs story is about, given the people we have met and the opportunities presented, the Thumb has a lot to consider on its next move.Ghana is our team now, and the story certainly doesn't end here, off to jburg, trying to get in touch with Ginger Baker, the worlds greatest drummer who lives in South Africa....if anyone has got his no then please forward it in, C mon Ghana.