Why I love the Dutch

So the World Cup officials expected 4,000 Dutch soccer fans to descend on Leipzig for Holland's opening round match against Serbia. They were wrong. They were wrong by about 39,000 people.

43,000 "Hollanders" Dutched the opening round game for group C, filling the streets, partying outside of the Stadium, and absolutely DOMINATING their Serbian counterparts. This is the glory of World Cup fever.



Fortunately, the Dutch fans were not to be disappointed. Arjen Robben drove home the game's first and only goal in the first half to secure the Win. Meanwhile, the Dutch did what the Dutch do best.

They partied.

They sang the National Anthem, the dance to Tiesto, they raved, they played games and they broke the spirit of their Serbian counterparts.

On an interesting side note, I recently read Franklin Foer's How Soccer Explains the World which detailed the tenacity and aggressiveness of Serbian soccer fans. I was expecting the Dutch to back down or to get ROCKED by some hard-ass Eastern European Bad Boys. BUT, the Dutch did no such thing. They smothered their bad-ass companions and defeat the hate of the Easterners with Love.

I feel like I'm watchin' a Cher video, Tom,
And frankly, I don't mind it at all.