The last time I watched Holland in anger was in a place called Nijmegen during the Euros. We arrived in town via Dusseldorf the morning of the Holland vs France game during the Euros drseed in kilt and obligatory Orange top. Van Basten version I think. What followed was one of those fantastic memories - maybe 5000 Dutch fans in the street - and of course just one of the classic Dutch total football performances.
The real reason for being in Holland was to see Kiss at a rock festival but not having to buy a drink all night helped make that particular Dutch performance as memorable as Paul Stanley flying through the air above my head!
So the only thing we can possibly hope for is that that is not the Dutch team that emerge tomorrow night!
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