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Scene: Sitting at a bar in the Gold Coast Casino, Las Vegas - 8am. The World Cup Quarter Final between Brazil and the Netherlands is on the tv in front of us. A guy sits either side of me gambling in the fruit machines which are built into the surface of the bar. Their attention is suddenly grabbed when Holland grab an equaliser to make the score 1-1

Guy on my left: Wow! That was a good score. Who are Brazil playing against.
Guy on my right: New Zealand...
Guy on my left: The names of those players don't sound very Australian
Guy on my right: They have a lot of migration there.
Guy on my left: *nods and exhales to express understanding*

Both go back to their fruit machines.
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JoeDiego said…
World class soccer interaction right there!
5 July 2010 at 04:04
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