What was fun was that in 1992 I hitched a ride with one of our NATO AWACS to Denmark for the Skrydstrup Air Show. That weekend the Danes were playing Germany for, I think, the European Championship. David vs Goliath thing, I guess. Since our AWACS crew was mostly European, they were all glued to the TV in the motel. My American buddy and I decided to walk downtown and find a bar to watch the game.
Walking downtown was eerie. There was absolutely NO ONE on the streets -- not a soul. No Danes, no tourists, no cops, not even a dog. All the businesses seemed to be closed. It was like one of those Steven King or end-times stories where everyone just disappears. As we walked past some private residences, we could see the glow from the TVs. Everyone was staying home to watch the game. Finally we did find a bar that was open, and there was only one person in it -- the bartender. And of course he had the game on the tube. So my buddy and ordered some Danish beer and watched the game with the bartender.
At the end of the game, Denmark beat Germany. Approximately one-half second later, the streets and the bar were absolutely packed with berserk Danes. They were screaming and drinking and most had their faces painted red and white. Everyone was shouting, "WE ARE RED, WE ARE WHITE, WE ARE DANISH DYNAMITE!!" In English of course. Guess it doesn't rhyme in Danish.
Despite the mob and a huge amount of drinking, there were no problems. Everyone stayed deliriously happy until dawn, when we finally all went home. Both of us being single at the time, my buddy and I kept ourselves busy meeting as many Danish girls as possible.
He and I both have the same first name, which makes for some interesting conversations in a group.It was quite a party, and is the most soccer fun I have ever had.
