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Where Are the Orange Hordes?

I had expected that the Dutch fans would have started arriving yesterday for Holland's game against Albania tonight, so I went out to find them. All I found was a group of seven drinking Heineken (home from home) at Taiwan yesterday afternoon. I went out again last night, but if they were in Tirana they were evidently staying in their hotel bars. I'm heading out again in an hour with my camera to see if I can track a few down today.
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An Albanian in NoVA said…
It's too bad I arrive in Albania a week too late. I would have loved to see Holland play in Albania, especially since they're my favorite foreign team. Too bad that their fans are not roaming the streets of Tirana. And can't really blame them for drinking Heineken. Unfortunately, alcohol in Albania (other than local hard liquer of course) leaves a lot to be desired.
5:57 pm
olli said…
Korca Dark is far better than Heineken - not that you can get it in many places.
6:26 pm
An Albanian in NoVA said…
Interesting. Will have to definitely try it since dark beer is my favorite.
7:46 pm
MiGrant said…
Dutch soccer fans wear the exact same color as Prague trash collectors. I thought it was some kind of trash collectors' convention when they showed up there a few years ago.
8:41 pm
Anonymous said…
The result of the match 0-1, but it was almost 1-1. The Dutch were obviously much stronger. Still, I'm happy how the red and blacks played. It's better and better every year! =)
12:46 am
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