Well, we went to Polokwane to see the Argentina vs Greece match. We arrived in the mid afternoon with plenty of time to see the Bafana Bafana (South African team) beat France. When we arrived we dropped off our stuff at the private B&B that we had arranged a month prior. The accommodations were great. It is a private residence in the nice part of Polokwane. The lady that owned the house was very nice and gracious to us. We stayed at the residence with a couple of guys from Cali who worked for Pixar. It was warm, comfortable beds and a nice breakfast. What more can we ask for.
On the way from London to Johannesburg, I met this wonderful man in First Class. Him and his son were headed back home to SA after a brief vacation. We talked football, drank some champagne and became friends instantly. Ironically enough, he lives in Polokwane and is a Director of a construction company that built Peter Mokaba stadium. He gave me his card and I promised him that I would call him upon arrival of his home town.
When we arrived I phoned him and he came immediately to pick us up at our B&B. He came in his brand new Mercedes E63 sedan. I knew at that point that this guy is loaded and a leader of the community. We were so lucky, our B&B was only 2 blocks away from his multi-million dollar home in this secured neighborhood in center of Polokwane. He told us that we would go to his house to watch the SA/France game. That was cool enough for us as we liked the idea of going to his nice home. In his garage was an Mercedes ML63 and a Mercedes CLK 63 convertible. All of them silver in color. Pretty impressive considering he has over $300k in cars at his house. The house was all custom marble, amazing chandeliers, leather couches, entertainment room, etc. He sent his butler to get us some Heinekens for the match so we could celebrate the Bafana Bafana win. Unfortunately, the S fricans did not win the match.
During the match, he took my two tickets to the match and gave us 3 20th row, 50 yd line seats, so we could all sit together. This guy is unreal....so nice. He treated us like we were all of his own sons. I guess he won some huge contracts from the World Cup and made a name for himself in the town by helping to build the very impressive Peter Mokaba stadium.
We drove to the game in the ML63 and parked at a very nice hotel which he is part owner. We had a pre-game drink and then proceeded to the stadium. The game was great, even though some of the Argentina players were not playing. They wanted to sit the stars that had been threatened by yellow cards. The Greeks were in full attendance and as passionate as my buddy Tony in Tarpon Springs, FL. They were all nice and were asking to take it easy on them. We sat meters from Maradona as he paced the sidelines, throwing out a smile to the ARG fans that sat near the bench. The ARG fans chanted Diego.....Diego.....Diego....for most parts of the game so it was hard not to throw us some appreciation. It was a surreal moment being so close to your childhood idol and most of my current heros.
Argentina finished the Greeks off with a goal from Martin Palermo "tronco". We celebrated like crazy when he scored. I was snapping pics like crazy as he ran to the sidelines to embrace Diego. The bench and stands were in complete chaos as that goal secured ARG 9 pts and a place in the second round.
After the game, Paul (our new friend) dropped us back off at our B&B and we said our goodbyes. He had promised to see us again during this trip so we are looking forward to seeing him again.
The next morning, we jumped in the car and headed straight to Pretoria to catch the US game. We were running a bit late after a brief scare of running out of gas in the middle of northern Africa. yeah...pretty scary considering there were random fires burning on the side of the highways. I guess random brush fires are pretty common here. We have seen about 2 dozen of them already with people really not paying much attention. If this was Florida, there would be firemen everywhere but I guess not here in SA.
We watched the match in Hatfield square in the middle of Pretoria so we could watch the England game that was going on at the same time. We tried to scalp some tickets but there none to be had due to the overwhelming amount of Americans that flooded Pretoria. We had some pizza, drank some beer and chatted with a few Americans that were there to watch the game.