Graciousness in loss is a wonderful attribute. We arrived in Split today just as the bars and parks were preparing to host the hordes for the World Cup final. I took a quick wander around the streets near our apartment in the old town as the match began to pick up the ‘red and white’ atmosphere. The excited crowds became quieter as it wore on and I thought it might all end a bit miserably. Within minutes of the final whistle the Croatians were singing and dancing, orange mist from flares clogged the squares, and you would have thought they’d won. Getting all the way to the World Cup final is something to celebrate after all. Go Cro, impressive!
Here are some photos in chronological order.