Germany 2006

There’s not much to report for today. We chilled a bit at Johannes’ parents before heading back to Regensburg shortly after midday. This was mainly becaue we were planning for our trip to Dortmund tomorrow and also because we were meeting Johannes’ friends in the evening.

We headed out at about 7pm to Regensburg. Kathie picked us all up, including Martin, from Johannes’ place and we went to a ‘Beach Bar’, which was a man-made beach thing on the roof top of some shopping centre in the city.

Several other people turned up including friends of theirs who I hadn’t met yet. There was a girl called Evi and a bloke called Albert. Franziska also turned up as well, and I’d already met her before.

It was a fairly chilled evening - folks drinking and chatting as well as most of them trying to practise their English which was funny. Nothing notable happened though apart from us getting lost trying to get out of the place… the shopping centre closed down and we took a wrong exit which left us in darkness and walking around in circles before we found our way out…
After the bar we headed down to the river. There was only me, Johannes, Martin and Franzsika left though, and we stayed there till about midnight chatting away. It was a pleasant evening - just what we needed before our long day tomorrow.

We slept pretty early last night due to being exhausted from Hamburg but we were up quite ealy today. The plan was to head to Johannes’ family home for around midday for lunch (yes more food!)

We headed over there and the whole family was present, including his brother Tobias and his girlfriend whom I’d not met previously. Mira and Lucas greeted me on arrival and were glanced upon with an air of expectancy from the rest of the family…They said “hello” in English before presenting me with some gifts! I got some English wine gums, an English football mug and a very Bavarian mug with some Bavarian beer… they were so cute and excited about giving me these gifts.

Lunch was impressive. It was typically Bavarian. I had knodel’s (which is sort of like a dumpling) with salad but didn’t fancy meat today although there was plenty on offer… There was plenty of food to go around and cakes for dessert as well…

We decided to skip dessert though as we wanted to go over into the Czech Republic. We dropped out things off and headed out in the car… They only live 20 minutes from the border but we didn’t have enough time to go to Prague or Pilsen as we were meeting some of Johannes’ friends at 5pm.

Instead we went into some small towns and villages (Domazlice). We drove around checking the place out, and found a supermarket which was open (unusual for a Sunday)… it was a lot cheaper there and many Germans or foreigners cross the border to buy food and drink on the cheap.

We looked for some traditional Czech cakes which Johannes said were very good but couldn’t find them but I got some Czech Nedved beer! We had seen this stuff on the first day when we saw the Czech’s take on USA… I’ll be bringing some of these back home…

We stayed in the Czech Republic for a couple of hours… it’s a nice country. The buildings and streets have a lot of personality to them and everything seems a bit run down but in a nice way. The roads were small and bumpy… sometimes dangerous and that was confirmed by a horrific car crash we saw.

It was about the sixth or seventh accident we’ve seen since being here… mainly all of them on the motorway but today’s was pretty bad. A car had somehow managed to drive off the side of the road into a pretty big ditch, and from the state of the car and how smashed in it was, surely the person or people inside didn’t survive.

On the way back to the border we stopped off at some markets. There was plenty of fake illegal goods on sale… all kinds of sportswear, fags, alcohol and other bits and pieces… Johannes took an interest in some stuff and we found the Czech cakes he was looking for earlier… he also picked up some fags for his sister and bartered with the guy selling them.

After that we headed back to Germany. There was an enormous queue at the passport control, which probably would have eaten an hour of our time but luckily Johannes knew another route which tourists didn’t really know about… we went that way instead and before long we were back at his parents by about 4pm.

There wasn’t much time to stop however. We headed into Cham for 5pm to meet his close friends Kathie and her brother, and Martin. It was at some beer garden and was fairly nice to relax… we didn’t stay too long there as his friends needed to go to Regensburg…

Kathie works for the state whilst Martin just returned from an exchange trip from Ireland and is still studying like Johannes. They all went to the same school in their teens and have known each other for years…

We agreed to meet up with them the following day with one or two others in the evening.

Overall, a pleasant day and although it was busy it was a lot more chilled and relaxing than what’s become ‘normal’…

I was up by midday despite such a long one yesterday. Johannes though was a little zombiefied and was relaxing and napping constantly until the football came on.

Not a lot happened today other than taking it easy and watching the football. England played Portugal at 5pm, and that added some spice to the day.

Of course, we went on to lose on penalties, which didn’t surprise me at all. It was a no lose situation for me as far as I’m concerned. If we’d won, great, into the next round, if not, even better, because that was the end of Sven Goran Eriksson’s reign…

I didn’t really feel upset about us going out although Johannes was… It was a fitting end to a very disappointing six years for England. The player’s played just as I expected them to play and I am not entirely sure why they are being so harshly criticised… this is our best, this is how we generally always play… and sometimes we think we’re so much more than we are…

I have seen nothing in these six years under Eriksson that has given me any belief that this England team could go on and do something. There is a lot of work to be done into turning our country into a proper football team and I won’t hold my breath just yet.

What I am interested in though, is the policies Steve McLaren adopts to choose, because I really haven’t agreed with many of them over the past six years. Such as…

• Do the player’s have to be playing regular club football to be selected for England?
• Do the player’s have to be playing well and on form for their club to be selected for England?
• Do the player’s have to play in the same position for their club as they do for England?
• Do the player’s have to be fit to play or be selected for England?
• Will the player’s be dropped if they don’t play well for England?
• Will top scoring English strikers continue to be ignored for a run in the side?
• Will lower profile player’s on form and playing regularly for their clubs continue to be ignored?
• Will new player’s get a chance with the first-team or used in experimental teams only?
• Will we continue to select an insane amount of unfit player’s for major tournaments?
• Will we continue to make the same mistakes, over and over again?
• Will caps continue to be handed out like candy?

…and there’s probably a ton more things you could question or ask…

Anyway… England went out and I was rather pleased about it. I shouldn’t be, but the whole set-up has been so shambolic for such a long time that one can’t but help be pleased.

The other game was Brazil v France, and I had a feeling the French would do it, although, I think Johannes was leaning more towards a Brazil win. As it turned out, Zinedine Zidane rolled back the years as he, Thierry Henry and Frank Ribiery ran the show in an entertaining 1-0 victory.

It meant that Brazil would not make the final for the first time since 1990, which is a very impressive statistic. We are confident at this stage France will make the Final, but we both feel the winners of Italy v Germany will probably go on to win the tournament…

Blasted extra-time in the Germany v Argentina game meant that we were even later than we wanted to be for our match. We had to dash into Hamburg and luckily the traffic had died down somewhat, but the streets were going with Germany’s win.

Cars flew their flags and beeped their horns, people in the street cheered and shouted madly and there was lots of people suddenly emerging from the doors of their houses and running around the streets widly… it was a great sight.

We parked our car in the same place we did for the Czech v Italy game and headed to the stadium. This time we made a mental note of the direction we walked, as it was a good 10-15 minutes to the ground from the car park, and we didn’t want to get lost in the forest again on the way back!

On the way in we were amazed to see so many people selling tickets outside the stadium. This was a first for us, and we hadn’t expected it. There were Swiss, Australian’s, Czech’s, American’s and even Italian’s selling tickets… all who seemed desperate to sell! One guy offered his ticket for just 50 euro, which was definitely under face value… other guys wanted just 100 euro for theirs…

Security was suddenly a lot more lax for this game. The stewards ushered us inside quickly - they must have known something was up and it was apparent when we got to our seats that the stadium was half empty - even with 30 minutes to kick off…

I was annoyed. By the time kick off came about the stadium did fill up - but there was still so many spare seats. This is the Quarter Final’s of the WORLD CUP! HELLO! WHERE ARE YOU? It was really irritating and to make it worse, probably only 25% of the fans were Italian an about 5% Ukrainian… the rest were German’s or neutrals from the other nations in the group… namely Aussies, American’s, Czech’s and Swiss guys…

FIFA need to find a better way of distributing tickets for these games… it created a very unusual and quiet atmosphere… the loudest chants seemed to go to the German’s who were celebrating their win earlier in the evening…

The match itself was okay… although the whole atmosphere and empty seats really got under my skin… I was bitching away happily and tired for the rest of the night. We also sat next to the most annoying Swiss guy in the history of annoying… he kept shouting ‘Ukraine’ at the top of his voice constantly… at one point I almost lost it with him, but luckily an Aussie took over and pointed at him before saying ‘You just shut up.’

Italy won the game 3-0 having taken an early lead and the game was dead and buried from the start… Ukraine did okay on the ball but I was stunned at their reluctance to cross the ball into the box… they had so many good positions but seemed scared to go for it…

Italy on the other hand just played calmly and waited for the chances to kill the game off and they did that admirably… apart from that, the only other notable points included Fabio Cannavaro doing the splits in the warm up and Andrei Shevchenko saluting and applauding the Italian fans at the end… it was his way of saying goodbye and that was nice to see… oh and perhaps some of the rather gorgeous looking Italian women on show…

After the match, Johannes bought an Italian flag. He was hopeful they would knock out Germany when they meet in the semi final, a game we would both be going to in Dortmund on Tuesday.

Anyway - we got out and away about an hour after the final whistle and headed home. The drive was absolutely tortorous and long… we were so tired and Johannes even managed to fall asleep at the wheel a couple of times which is obviously incredibly dangerous…

But after several stop offs and coffees we made it home in one piece at about 7am… tired, dead, knackered, you name it… we hit the sack almost immediately and would be out cold until we rose for the England v Portugal game on Saturday…

Zzzzzzz

Pictures from Day 16

Today was the World Cup Quarter Final between Italy and the Ukraine. We were both dreading the trip because we knew we’d be totally by the time we arrived back. Johannes was up and away to university for 8am. He got back at 10am.

I met him by the car but dashed to the supermarket first to grab some bits and pieces for the drive and soon enough we were on our way. It took about 7 hours to get to Hamburg in the car but we also hit some horrible traffic on the way and saw a couple of car crashes.

Johannes were pelting down the motorway at 200km per hour in a bid to try and reach Hamburg in time for the Germany v Argentina game. We had planned to try and catch this in the city somewhere because my good friend Carsten called and asked if we could meet up.

I’ve not seen Carsten since I left Germany in 2003, although we’ve kept in touch all the time. We got on like an absolute house on fire and I’ve missed him tons since returning home. He’s such a great lad, always full of energy and a lot of fun to chill out with. We went out almost every evening when I lived in Germany - to bars, restaurants, cinemas, etc…

As it happened, the traffic meant we would not make Hamburg in time. I was really gutted and annoyed… I really wanted to see him but instead, we had to make do with stopping off at a petrol station (as did a lot of others!) and ended up watching the match on a small television.

It was still fun though! Germany went through on penalties and we tucked into an enormous currywurst each and some fries whilst we watched. The people inside were mainly all Germans and delighted with the victory on penalties. Johannes was disappointed - he wanted Argentina to win and even had the cheek to wear an Argentina top to uni earlier in the morning. I’d convinced him to wear the QPR home shirt to the game though!

Today was the second day of the World Cup that didn’t have any football on, but, Johannes’ university team was playing in a football tournament in the evening. They had won this local Cup for probably the last ten-years and were favourites going into the tournament.

He had to go to university in the morning anyway - first at 8am until 9:30am, and then from 12pm until 2pm. This left me pretty much chilling out at his flat and surfing the net, which I hadn’t had much chance to do since I’ve been here.

The football tournament was in the evening and Johannes was a little bit worried that he may be doing too much before our long trip to Hamburg tomorrow for the Italy v Ukraine game. When he got home he looked shattered.

Someone delivered the kit to his room, and he geared up with a good hour or more to go before we left for the first game. The Semi Final and Final of the tournament were played on the same evening… 11-a-side but each match was only 50 minutes long.

Johannes also hadn’t played or trained for nearly a month and wasn’t looking forward to going. I could understand where he’s coming from because I know how my body feels having gone through much of the same shit he has in these past weeks.

But I was really looking forward to seeing him play. I’ve not really seen him at close quarters but I knew already that he was good. He’s played as high up as the fifth division in Germany and his fame to clame is playing in a pre-season friendly against Bayern Munich, which he has a video of.

We headed down to the stadium where the match would take place. It had a running track and a stand which could house a fair amount of people. There were around 50 spectators for the match, and also several people exercising and doing general athletics training around the pitch.

I found it a little bit surreal because the lines had to be painted on the pitch before the game, and the referee was a disabled guy in an eletric wheelchair, something which I’d never seen before…

Of course, there’s no way I could go and watch football without kitting up myself. I would be able to have a little kick around in the warm up and inbetween games. So I took the opportunity to get some minor exercise, although I wasn’t able to play because the team had plenty of player’s and able substitutes.

His university team are also very good - they could probably compete in the 6th or 7th divisions in Germany and Johannes himself could probably play in the 6th division if he wanted, but he recently moved back to his hometown team to help them out, and they’re in the 9th Division. He’s like a local star in his village!

Anyway - the first game got underway and they won it 2-0. Johannes played most of the game and despite not playing for a while, he looked better than most of the others. He had good composure on the ball and managed to create time for himself when it didn’t always look possible.

He played in the playmaker position and looked an intelligent player - someone who thinks and likes to slot others into play.

For me, it was nice to be able to kick a ball around after doing practically nothing for weeks. I felt quite good, although clearly lacking fitness now. My hamstring felt tight for a good hour but it was fine after a bit of shooting practice. Not doing much but sitting in a car for weeks on end isn’t so great for the legs!

The win meant Johannes’ uni team would play in the final. We had to wait for another game to finish before that started, and it was pissing down by then so I had to put the camera away. The final was pretty good though - the lads knew they would win…

They were far too strong for the two teams they played and were a lot more crisp and tactical. Johannes sat out the first-half, but came on in the second-half of the final up front where he set-up one goal and scored another in a 3-0 win.

At the end the player’s did a Klinsmann dive to celebrate retaining their trophy. It was pretty easy in the end and made me really hungry to play. The game out in Germany is definitely a lot slower than back home and to have extra time on the ball seems like gold to me.

Anyway - we headed back to the flat and got cleaned up before heading the bar that’s in the block… there was free food and drink put on for all the teams and the trophies were unveiled to the player’s… with plenty of music blaring they would be partying all night.

Johannes even took a sip of alcohol from the trophy (he’s tea total normally). I also got chatting to one of the player’s called Martin. He was really cool and seemed like a nice guy. He introduced me to some sweet mustard to go with my bread and meat I was tucking into… it was pretty good…

He also invited me to come along and play next Thursday if we were free… he thought I was pretty good in the warm up… so hopefully if we have the time I’ll be able to have a kick around before we head home…

We didn’t stay too late at the bar… everybody else was intent on getting hammered but we decided we should rest seeing as it was a very early start and a very long drive to Hamburg and back…

Pictures from Day 15

Today was the first time we had a chance to rest. There was no football on whatsoever and that was a little bit strange. We spent most of the morning and afternoon relaxing and doing nothing.

I spent some time updating the blog and Eurosport had re-runs of previous World Cups down the years, so Johannes was busy watching that whilst I tapped away at the keyboard.

In the afternoon I decided to go for a walk and to the supermarket. I wandered around the park I’d visited before with Johannes… after spending a good half-an-hour just waltzing about I went to the shop and bought some food and general bits and pieces.

In the evening we went out to Regensburg in the city to look around and meet some of Johannes’ friends. It’s a nice city - we went to the bridge which is famous (although I don’t know what for) and the cathedral which is nice.

The city centre has quite a lot of personality. It’s colourful, lively and the streets are really narrow and condensed. In the city centre, it reminded me a lot like Covent Garden as there were various people doing little side shows or playing music.

I was told this was quite rare, especially how many people were doing it. It’s not that normal so they seemed quite surprised by it. Of course, it looks totally normal for someone living in London… so whilst they thought it was a bit freaky it seemed fine to me…

We met up with five of Johannes’ buddies. Four blokes and a lady. Three of the lads were called ‘Sebastian’, which made it easy and interesting to remember names. ‘Bastie’, for short. The other guy was called Bernd, and he was the boyfriend of the lady who was called Franziska.

We chilled outside in this beer garden for the whole time. It was cool, they all spoke English and are all still studying - mainly in the same university as Johannes. Bernd had also been lucky enough to win England tickets to see them play Trinidad and Tobago and against Paraguay.

Despite us not playing very well - he was impressed by the atmosphere the fans generated and the songs they chanted. It’s a shame though because he’s not that into football, and Johannes did try to persuade him to sell us his tickets but he wouldn’t budge.

After the beers we grabbed a kebab and stuffed our faces before heading home. For once, a nice relaxing evening…

Pictures from Day 14

After the game, I just wanted to head back to Regensburg but there was another match kicking off at 9pm - a couple of hours away. The only way we could watch it was by going to the public viewing in Kaiserlautern’s city centre…

We had hoped our match would go to extra-time so that we didn’t have to wait so long for the next game… Ukraine versus Switzerland was hardly going to be exciting and we both felt it’d be a boring and tight game…

My back and body was dead and Johannes felt the same. Our worst fear was if the match went to extra-time. Anyway - we walked to the public viewing and decided to grab some food to pass the time… we went into an Italian place nearby the public viewing and was just in time to get two free seats…

The city centre was overcrowded with fans. The Italian’s were obviously jubliant, whilst the Australian’s just wanted to get pissed and enjoy the rest of the night. I spotted a few different Australian’s selling tickets to the Quarter Final’s, which would be Italy versus either Ukraine or Switzerland… One guy wanted a thousand euro for his two tickets.

Service was slow in the restaurant. This wasn’t surprising because it was packed. I had a lasagne and garlic bread with mozzerella with cheese and Johannes went for a salad. We tucked in and then headed out onto the street… as we waited around, I tried calling Jem a couple of times but the line kept cutting out or she couldn’t hear me because it was too loud.

So two grumpy souls waited for the game to start. The public viewing was actually full and they were not letting anyone else in. We could still see the screen from the street though and decided to sit in the road… it was trend-setting because by the time the game started, loads of others did the same and joined us - so the entire street was packed with people sitting in the road watching the match.

Before then, we saw different kinds of fans and people. An Australian lady dressed as a Kangeroo, Italian’s with cones on their heads or custom built giant World Cup trophies, and people generally singing and dancing together in the street… both sets of fans mixed which was nice.

An Australian lady also had a flip-flop snap on her… so she was walking around with only one and an Italian guy decided to give his flip-flops to her… so he went bare footed for the rest of the night as she shyly accepted the gift…

Nightfall soon came and the match was pretty dire. By half-time our arses were destroyed from the floor and we decided we could no longer sit there. The public viewing was letting people in again so we popped inside for the second half…

There was loads of people inside, mainly getting pissed, dancing on poles, eating food and singing or chanting… anything other than actually watching the match. Me and Johannes groaned when we realised it would go to extra time… it was just that sort of day and delayed our journey home even further…

Ukraine eventually won on penalties. It was time to go, but, we found out that the bus which dropped us off at the stadium from the car park was no longer running… but, it was going from another place… the only problem was we had to go through the city to the other side to get it…

Kaiserslautern isn’t that big a city - but it was in such a party mode with fans that it took ages to walk through… the atmosphere was electric however and had we been in a fitter and fresher mood, we’d probably have stayed and enjoyed it.

Instead we clambered our way through the crowds and to the bus stop area… we couldn’t find our bus at first though, and couldn’t get a taxi either because so many people were after one and trying to escape the city…

I was so tired, and more grumpy than ever… there was still 5 hours left before we got back to Regensburg by car and it was already about midnight. We eventually found the bus though and got to the car at about 12:30am.

The ride back was very tiring. I fell asleep for a couple of hours and woke to see Johannes shaking his head and rocking up and down. I thought he was listening to music when I realised he was actually struggling to keep awake.

I decided to stay up for the rest of the trip as it was obviously a little dangerous. But, worse was to come for us… we were thundering down the motorway in a bid to get home as soon as possible, and only a short distance from his home, speed limits come into effect…

I spotted a police car parked on the side and told Johannes, but, he was so tired it didn’t register properly… he did slow down a little, but he was still going far too fast… the limit, we think, was either 80KM or 100KM and by the time he slowed down he was doing about 145KM…

The camera flashed him obviously and the inevitable German swearing came out. This would mean a big fine and some points deducted. Worse for him, he was done for speeding three months ago, and, despite never being done for it in the five years of driving before, he’s got it twice in short succession…

This means he’s likely to lose his license for 4 weeks, and depending on when it comes through, it may cause a problem for us during the World Cup trip, although, it shouldn’t come to that really… we got home though in one piece, although Johannes was obviously pissed off by that turn of events…

Still… I just wanted to sleep - I was so tired and achey that it didn’t really matter I was on the floor… I needed to lay down and close my eyes and when I did that, I was away in dreamland once again…

Pictures from Day 13

By the time the match came around I really got into the mood. The Australians had turned out in their numbers but didn’t really make much noise during the game. The Italians were also in strong force, and seemed more passionate than when we’d seem them against the Czech’s.

I was in the mood for a good game so I concentrated quite strongly and focused on the match. The Australians did really well but in true Italian style, there was controversy when Marco Matterazzi was sent off…

Australia had all of the game really - even before the sending off, but just couldn’t create a clear opportunity on goal. The Italian’s however did look dangerous on the break… but nothing could have scripted the end in the manner it happened…

A penalty (it could only have been) in the 95th minute to Italy - who’d barely got near Australia’s goal after the sending off, sent Italy through to the Quarter Finals. Up until then it looked destined for extra-time and nobody - not the Australians or the Italians had expected the penalty.

What an end to the game. I really enjoyed the match, but there were some moments that tickled me afterwards… the Italian’s were going wild… a couple of guys stripped almost naked and celebrated, another man hugged a women as if he’d just escaped death, and loads of them had so much joy on their faces…

In contrast, the Australian’s were simply shell-shocked… some with their head in their hands, some just standing there in silence, some pulling weird faces that you can only pull when you’re upset… it was just breathtaking… another guy sat glum faced and was consoled by two Italian fans who gave them their Italian flag… this is what I came to see… football can be so f***ing cruel sometimes, but so beautiful at the same time.

The best moment though was outside the toilet in the stadium. Johannes needed to pee and as I waited for him there, there was this Aussie fella… between 50-60 with a greying beard… it was just me and him outside at the time, and he was pacing around in circles, eyes all welled up, and sniffling… he just didn’t know what to do…

There was something so humbling and special about that. It’s hard to describe. I wanted to put my arm around him, console him and tell him ‘hard lines’. I’ve been there and done that before with England over the years, but this was his moment…

I felt a bit strange sharing it with him there… and I could only shy away whenever he glanced in my direction… it was only for perhaps half a minute to a minute, but it felt like I was there forever with him… It felt so powerful because, at his age, this really was a ‘first’ for him and Australia… in that sense… like I said, football can be so cruel at times…

But, to make it worse… three Italians came parading out of the toilet, singing and dancing, almost in his face and enjoying their special moment. I saw another Aussie, younger, in his late 20s or early 30s, also tearful…

I felt a little bit emotional for them on their behalf… I’ll remember it for a long time.

Today was a real mixed bag for a variety of reasons. It turned into the day I’ve least enjoyed since we’ve been here, but at the same time, it had some memorable moments that I’ll never forget.

I had a really restless night on the floor… I couldn’t sleep and my body felt a bit on the crushed side when we got up. My knee was also irritating me somewhat and I just felt like I needed a bit of a stretch and some exercise to shake it off…

There wasn’t any time for that however. We had to make for Kaiserslautern and get there early to pick up our tickets for the match. We hit the supermarket first and got some bits and pieces for the journey as well as some petrol.

The journey though was a bit shit. I was tired, and felt like I was really missing Jem. The trip had been so exhausting until now and it had all started to catch up… to make matters worse, there was another accident on the motorway which clogged everything up… it delayed us for about an hour and it was hot again…

Johannes was also feeling the effects of all this travelling. After a while we needed to take a break at a stop off on the motorway. We tucked into some food and relaxed for a little bit before heading onto Kaiserlautern. On the way we passed an F1 track and a famous plane museum.

When we reached Kaiserlautern I was in proper whinge mode. I must have got on Johannes nerves a lot (sorry) because I was complaining about everything. He wasn’t pleased either though, because we found out the city was packed and parking had to be done some way away.

We found the parking place, and then needed to take a bus into the city centre by the stadium. That took a good 20 minutes, and then we walked around the stadium probably twice looking for the ticket office… once we found that we went inside with our voucher and picked up our tickets.

They were all there! Not just for this game but for the Quarter Final, Semi Final and Final too! I was amazed… in my hand was a World Cup Final ticket with my name printed on it! I stood there looking at it for what seemed like ages… and took a picture.

We went back outside and headed into the ground. I was annoyed yet again because the stadium is high up in the middle of nowhere. We went up about 20 flights of stairs just to reach the outside before getting in… there was still 3 hours to kick off as well.

Johannes got asked for his passport, which was twice in a row now because he was also asked at the last match. He must look like a real thug! He’s the only person I’ve seen checked… I think it’s his dodgy hair… haha just kidding Johnny boy.