Have I Mentioned the Lines?

There is naturally a major concern with security due to the scope and visibility of an event such as the World Cup. With over 3,500 credentialled journalists, just the marshalling of those, technology-laden, individuals became a day-to-day ordeal in moving from one venue to another. The photo of the long line outdoors is to enter the Berlin Olympiastadion, through one of two airport-style detection stations (those tents in the background). To arrive to this point, members of the media had to walk close to a mile to the far side of the venue from the train station to then be greeted by this scene. Now admittedly, this was a Brazil match but the media numbers were pretty consistent from match to match.

Every venue had an SMC (Stadium Media Center), which was generally located outside of the stadium proper and had several hundred work stations, a cafe', information desks, media offices, restrooms, and for my particular purpose, a photographers' match ticket distribution line. Match tickets were awarded along the lines of three priority groups: 1st Group: competing countries in that particular match and major media outlets (a somewhat shifting definition from match to match) 2nd Group: host country and other major publications and 3rd Group: Everyone else approved for that match. There were roughly 160 photographer seats set up behind the advertising sign boards at each venue.

For most matches I was in Group 3, though for some I found myself on the list in Group 2. No complaints, but then, no real explanation, either. For the three U.S. matches, I was, of course, in Group 1. After close to two weeks at the end of these lines, you'll notice I took my place at the head of the line for the final U.S. match (just once, I wanted to be first in one of those lines!) and got to choose almost the exact seat I wanted. It would have been the exact seat, one place to my right, but that was already held by a German news agency, which did not have to go through the ignominious process of the Distribution Line.

The upside of the match ticket lines was one being able to make or continue new, or old, acquaintances. The downside, if you were stuck in line with a bunch of Italian photographers, who live to talk faster than each other and incessantly complain about everything. This was particularly amusing when the process was derailed and very different at the U.S.-Italy match. At that venue (Kaiserslauten) the media officer chose to sit everyone down in the press conference room and call them, apparently at random, from the Group 1 list. My name came up fairly early in that process, as well, but the luck of day would have the view from that seat blocked by a number of players between me and the critical action of the U.S.'s tying goal. As with everything, there is always an element of luck.....

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Sightseeing at 300 KPH

As has been mentioned in previous posts, a great deal of the two weeks covering the World Cup was spent on some of the splendid (and also some not so splendid) trains of Die Bahn.

The ICE trains (InterCity Express) are what are also known as 'bullet trains' and capable of speeds up to 300 kilometers per hour (roughly 185 miles per hour). They may go faster, that's just the highest recorded speed I saw posted on the cabin display. Much of the German countryside was experienced as it whizzed by the windows.

One thing that caught this Georgia boy a bit by surprise was the number of deer stands in the German countryside, in many cases, right up to the edges of villages and towns. As with so many other things, the Germans must be very efficient in their deer hunting. In all the time travelling through dawn and dusks, only saw one deer.

I did hear that one must pass a test to obtain a hunting or fishing license. Now, hunting, I can understand; hunter safety, weapon proficiency, et al, but fishing? This is one test I would love to see a translation of....

The other thing that sticks out is all the towns and villages have a signature, centerpiece church steeple in the middle of town. I suppose after awhile, one would be able to know what village just blurred by by the architecture of that particular landmark.

Also, noticed the vast amounts of graffitti on anything that stands still. Some of this rampant vandalism ranks as artwork it is so meticulous. Sorry, forgot momentarily, it is still Germany. Many of these elaborate and colorful displays put our crude, everyday graffitti to shame.

Will try to get some more posts up in the near future that address some of the other, non-soccer, aspects of the experience.

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I'll Try Not To Sound Bitter

The U.S. match with Ghana in the final match of Group Stage in Group E had the home team still in the hunt for advancement to the Round of 16. The scenario called for a U.S. win and an Italy win over the Czech Republic to send the Red, White & Blue through.

The karma was not be be, though, for a variety of reasons.

On the very play the American team's heart-and-soul midfield playmaker, Claudio Reyna, knocked knees and went down on a play for a 50-50 ball, the Ghana side took a 1-0 lead in the 22nd minute on a goal by Haminu Draman. The photo shows how close Kasey Keller was to making a spectacular one v. one save on the play.

With Reyna unable to continue effectively, the captain's armband was, it now seems, permanently passed, to Landon Donovan. The U.S. side fought and scrapped its way back into the flow of play and a great second-effort strip and cross by DeMarcus Beasley found Clint Dempsey running backside where he one-timed a powerful blast to level the match.

Playing four minutes of add-on time at the end of the first half, due in part to Ghana's histrionics on every hard tackle, the German referee made a crucial, and very dubious, penalty call in the 47th minute of play. American defender Oguchi 'Gooch' Onyewu made a clean play clearing a ball but Ghana forward Razak Pimpong's dive was rewarded with a spot kick for a 2-1 Ghana lead at half.

The talk at half was that perhaps FIFA now stands for Fix It For Africa, ensuring a team from that continent, and Ghana was the last hope this time around, would advance to the Round of 16. The 2010 World Cup, is, after all, in South Africa, and that continent should appear worthy.

In the second half, an obvious handball by a Ghana defender in the box was ignored, making three of the past four U.S. World Cup matches such an oversight by the referees has plagued the home side. Brian McBride pinged the post on a header that would have evened the match, and what do you think? Was McBride being held on the subsequent corner kick? Could that have also been a penalty?

Sorry, didn't manage to come off as not being bitter. It's a shame the players and the Laws of the Game cannot truly determine such critical outcomes.

By the way, Italy beat the Czech Republic.

The referee was on my train afterwards, exiting, along with his three BundesPolizei escorts, at Wurzberg. Hope he slept well.

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On Via Tri Colores

The match in Gelsenkirchen between Mexico and Portugal was another tribute to the outstanding fans of the Mexican side. Travelling in amazing numbers, both into and outside the stadium, the Mexicans pretty much overwhlemed tiny Gelsenkirchen from daybreak on,

With the threat of rain, the roof on the state-of-the-art Gelsenkirchen stadium was closed. This all the more added to the dynamic pre-match atmosphere of the Mexican fans, their chants, cheers and song. The crowd is very much a family-oriented one for the Tri Colores and at all three of their Group Stage matches, they made the match virtually a home environment.

That was not to help Mexico, however, against a Portugese team which had not lost in 16 consecutive matches. Portugal took an early lead on a Maniche' goal in the sixth minute and built the lead to 2-0 on a 24th-minute penalty converted by Simao Sabrosa. The Mexicans got one back in the 29th minute by Luis Fonseca. Bravo missed a 57th minute penalty, which would have brought Mexico level, and then four minutes later, a second yellow card sendoff of Perez sealed the fate of our south of the border neighbors, who settled for runner-up in Group D and a Round of 16 match-up against a hot Argentina team.

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It Was REALLY Worse Than Expected

Since moving from Koeln, I had known going back to, and leaving, on either side of the England-Sweden match was going to be difficult. The train reservations I had were made with built in cushions to make connecting trains to get me back to my hotel in Nuernburg, then to Gelsenkirchen, today, for Mexico-Portugal.

As it turns out, Die Bahn in Koeln was not prepared for the Norse-Saxon invasion.

The Koeln Hauptbahnhof was overflowing with people looking for trains to replace the ones they had missed. The floors of the halls and main lobby were filled with sleeping bodies, looking overall, very much like a football refugee camp. My 2 a.m. train left the station at 2:35 a.m., without me on it. Would have missed my connection in Frankfurt, which is the opposite way from Gelsenkirchen. Instead, waited until a little after 4 a.m., and cobbled a path via a couple trains to Gelsenkirchen, where I arrived at 6 a.m.

It's now about 10:30 and I watched the town come to life, waiting again, as I was, for the Media Shuttle to the Stadium.

Oh yeah, the England-Sweden game.
Joe Cole scored a brilliant shot from outside the left corner of the penalty area to give England a halftime lead. Sweden equalized early in the second half on what appeared to most of us on the field to be an own goal but the scorer awarded it to Marcus Allback, probably so someone, anyone, other than an Englishman would be in the history books as scoring the 2,000th World Cup goal.

England put Steven Gerrard on for a tiring Wayne Rooney in the 69th minute. It took him a little over 15 minutes to get into the flow of the match before Joe Cole chipped a soft ball to the back post that Gerrard hammered home off a header to give England a 2-1 lead.

It looked like that would stand until the oldest player on the field, Sweden's Henrik Larsson, a veteran of the '94 Sweden World Cup Semifinal squad, but now with a shaved head instead of the flowing dreadlocks of then, heel-flicked a ball to the back post, beating everyone for the equalizer in the final minute of regulation.

There will be some great photos to come from this match later. My laptop, the replacement for my wonderful G3 PowerBook, stolen in January, is woefully inadequate and giving me nightmares every time I download images into it. Have not had a chance to get the match properly edited.

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There Is No Internet On Die Bahn

Sorry for a couple days' absence from posting, have been on the train a great deal recently getting these last four matches covered.

Will get back around to Mexico in a couple posts since I'll see them against Portugal and the Angola match was pretty boring for the most part.

The U.S. match, as well, we'll revisit more in depth. Suffice it to say, getting a point was necessary but felt a bit hollow due to the three sendoffs by the Uraguayan referee, which ruined the integrity of the match by finishing 8 field players against nine. Yes, and Beasley's goal was correctly nullified on McBride's offside but for two World Cups in a row, a referee has refused to whistle an obvious hand ball in the penalty box that could have elevated the U.S.

The France-Korea match in Leipzig, and my stay a little ways away in the town of Riesa, gave me a small dose of the former East Germany. While that area has made tremendous progress, it is still obvious there is a good ways to go. It is interesting to see the artifacts from the Communist era, mostly things like all cities have a Karl Marx Strasse.

Last night, was in Stuttgart for Spain-Tunisia and had to move to Nuernburg having been evicted from Koeln by the English-Swedeish invasion for today's match determining Group B. Am on the train for a very long time afterwards this evening to return to Nuernburg and then turn right back around and go to Gelsenkirchen for Mexico-Portugal. From there, my last match is U.S.-Ghana, here, in Nuernburg, then to Frankfurt and Delta home.

Will post more when computer time becomes available.

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Time To Step It Up Lads!

With a little time to kill in advance of the train to Hannover today, am putting up another short post to advance tomorrow's do-or-die U.S. match with Italy.

A loss effectively ends the U.S. team's World Cup with a meaningless match against Ghana remaining. It would also allow the haughty Europeans to say, "see, the U.S., is just not that good. Stick to baseball." Have already heard that one too many times over here.

A win keeps things interesting. How to get it?
The consensus on the street here with other Americans I've run across seem to be pretty universal. The central midfield needs to be tougher. Clint Dempsey deserves a crack at it and John O'Brien, the most experienced European-based U.S. player, needs to go as long from the start as his fitness allows. The third change would be to get Eddie Johnson on as the withdrawn forward behind McBride, where Brian can be the knock-down target and Eddie can run onto the ball.

More importantly, the boys have to play quicker and with more confidence. Move the ball one and two touches and play their game without being indimidated. Against the Czech Republic, there was a definite deer-in-the-headlights thing going on. That one's over, move on and and show 'em we can shock the world --- again.

Got to go, but tomorrow is a watershed day for U.S. soccer.
Make sure to watch it live, 3 p.m., EDT kickoff.

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Back to der Zug und Hauptbahnhof

After yesterday's day off kicking around Köln (this keyboard actually has an umlaut key, fancy that in Germany), am back on the train today for a three-hour ride up to Hannover (lots of controversy on whether it's one 'n' or two, am going
with what's on my train ticket), for Mexico-Angola.

Yesterday was too gray a day to do the Rhein boat thing, so just ambled around town. Couldn't do much in the way of shopping, since it was a religious holiday, no one seems to know which one, and everything was closed. Went by the in-town Media Lounge and got some things done on-line. Also stayed around to enjoy the matches on TV, either the big screens set up in FanFest, or by stopping here and there and watching all the ones set up along the sidewalk cafes.

A large number of English have already descended on Köln for the 20 Juni date with Sweden in the Group B finale here. Although I'll not be based here by then, will be back to shoot that one. After Sweden's 87th-minute goal to win last night, sets up an interesting scenario.
Originally, the incentive for the Group B winner was to avoid Germany in the Round of 16
as winner of Group A. But now, Ecuador is actually on top of Group A, based on goal differential, so that group is ending very interestingly, as well, with Germany-Ecuador.

This blog inteface, oh, have I mentioned over here it's all in Deutsche, is a little inconsistent. First it won't allow me to post more than two photos. Then, it decides to post two of the same image. Yesterday, it would only post one. So this blog's image will be another shot from Germany-Poland, which I tried to get up yesterday.

Enjoy und Ole'!

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German Efficiency and Persistence

Last night was Germany-Poland in Dortmund, the second-largest stadium among the World Cup venues. Neighboring countries with a long-standing rivalry running through centuries of history, this match was singled out early on as one of the big matches of Group Play.

Not to disappoint, the crowd came early and was in high spirits chanting, cheering and singing for over an hour before the match.

The Process of getting into the stadium and on the field for a photographer not from one of the competing countries was different from the other matches to date. Perceiving themselves the World Champions of Organization, the Germans posted times for the allocation of Pitch Photography media tickets. Being in the third group with a posted distribution time of 7:30, I had been killing time in the Media Center for two hours already, when I walked over to 'que up' at 7:15. Deviating from procedure at every previous match, the FIFA official had already allocated all the Group 3 media tickets and was working on the Wait List. Immediately jumping into the fray, I pointed out I was on the approved list for this match and received one of the last two tickets for field access. Too close for comfort and another black mark against German 'efficiency'.

The match itself was, as expected, hard-hitting and end-to-end. The crowd remained and involved in the match, bouying the German side that extra little bit when a Polish defender received his second yellow card of the match and was sent off. Smelling 'blood in the water', the Germans swarmed the Polish penalty area and eventually got the win in the final minute. Substitute Odonkor penetrated the right flank, crossed the ball into the middle where Neuville knocked it home to send the home crowd home happy.

On the train back to Koeln, ran into three fans from Atlanta, who were painted up and dressed as German fans . . . when in Rome... Turns out one of them played high school soccer at Lakeside and was on the team Lovett beat for the State Championship in 1984. Coincidentally, I was wearing a Lovett Soccer t-shirt.

Today is my one day off and it began drearily, the first day of rain so far. Finished up with the necessary photo and computer work and am now off to be a tourist as the sun is beginning to sneak out. Will probably take a boat up and\or down the Rhein and hoist a local product, Kolsch bier.

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Life After Gelsenkirchen

Was a very long day after the U.S. match's very long night before. Tuesday, and the first six hours of Wednesday, were spent on ICE (InterCityExpress) trains to, and back from, Berlin for the Brazil-Croatia match. So this post will be either brief, and\or, disjointed.

The Berlin venue is Olympiastadion, site of the 1936 Olympic Games. Was a humbling feeling walking to my position on the very stretch of track where Jesse Owens humbled Hitler. The arena has, of course, been renovated since but very much resembles the old film footage of those Games, where Georgia Bulldog Spec Towns was also a Gold Medalist, in the 110 High Hurdles.

Hung out in the Media Center with comedian Drew Carey, who is here as an accredited photographer and shooting shows for the Travel Channel on the World Cup. Pretty much a regular guy with the same private sense of humor he uses professionally. He very much enjoys just being 'one of the guys', in the trenches with the photo corps.

The match was the usual Brazil build-up; whistles, drums, samba lines and all manner of unique yellow-clad 'Copa' paraphanalia. The game was, for the most part, in Croatia's end the first half but it wasn't until the 44th minute, just before half, when midfielder Kaka came up the left side and let a rocket shot go from just outside the penalty area, which stood for the result.

Providence shined on me after the disppointing result from the day before. The position I chose from what was left on the chart when my priority group was ticketed could not have been chosen any better with foreknowledge of impending events. Ronaldinho, who I desperately wanted photos of as he is the two-time reigning FIFA Player of the Year, and truly magic on the ball, possessed and posed for several great sequences. And the goal, well, let the photo say it.


Off this evening to Dortmund for the highly-heated match between the host German team and a Polish side, desperate for a result after losing their first match.

For now, however, breakfast and bed...

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Not Exactly What We Had in Mind

The U.S. opener against the Czech Republic was a deflating experience. First, a large and energetic U.S. crowd offset the large numbers of Czechs in for the day. In pre-game, the fans in the stadium were treated to a dramatic comeback win by Australia over Japan on the stadium's replay screens. Down 1-0 with six minutes to play, the Aussies scored three and won, 3-1.

Surely, that result was an omen. But alas, not to be.



The U.S. came out scared and tentative and the veteran Czech team went for the kill earlier. An ill-advised clearance from goal by Kasey Keller was turned into a quick counter attack up the right flank. As they do with all crosses, the Czechs zeroed in on their huge target player, Jan Koller, who powered the header past Keller from inside the six-yard box.

From there the U.S. was indecisive and took way to much time on the ball, making slow and predictable decisions, not what we had been used to from their play in WC qualifying. A second goal on a blistering, bending shot by the Czech player of the match, #10 Tomas Risicky, was pretty much the death knell.

Time to move on.
Italy on Saturday for the U.S., in a must-win situation.
Today, I am on the train for five hours to Berlin for Brazil and Croatia. Such spirited soccer will be a welcome change.

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Last One Leaving Lisbon Hit the Lights

Well, it would seem anyone with any remote concern for Portugal's football fortunes made their way to Germany for their nation's World Cup opener against former Portugese colony, Angola. Of the announced crowd of 45,000 in Koeln Stadion, about 40,000 were cheering for the maroon.

The exceptions to this were a number of Germans, who had adopted Angola, likely because it was one of the few matches they could obtain tickets to attend. The Angolans who were in attendance were festive and did, nonetheless, make themselves heard.

World Cup contrast ended up sitting either side of me along the touchline at the end where Portugal scored their lone goal early in the first half, when Pauleta, trailing in the middle finished off the good work and fine cross by the captain, Figo. On my right was a very pleasant, well-spoken gentlemen from Holland. On my left, was an Italian photographer, who was neither pleasant nor capable of speaking. Sorry, I forgot, Italians are the only people in the world who play soccer. Too bad their game has never been one to learn that scoring goals is the object of the game. All the more reason to crave a US win this coming Saturday in Kaiserslauten.

As it became apparent late in the match Angola was just not going to have what it took to salvage a point with an equalizer, packed up and was out the gate for the first Media Shuttle. Tomorrow, well, later today, it's all about the U-S-A. Czech that one out. Go on lads!

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Home Sweet Koeln

Today will be a two-for-one post with the first one a brief itinerary of the non-Weltmeisterschaft (World Cup) activities. Sleeping in and taking in more of a brunch than a breakfast about noonish, then grabbed the 'tourist camera' (the light and inexpensive one) and hit the streets.

The same streets as the previous evening, make that early morning, were once again teeming with activity. This time it was the pre-match crowd of mostly Portugese ramping up for the evening's match with Angola. Along the Rhein, the tour boats, cruise ships actually, were in full operation, the green space along the river was full of sunbathers, loungers and pick-up soccer.

Strolling towards the Dom (Cologne Cathedral) and the Hbf (Hauptbahnhof), the crowd picked up all the more and the plaza between the two was almost a carnival. It is not a coincidence the LOC (Local Organizing Committee) of the World Cup chose the area just the other side of the Dom as the site for their FanFest. Unfortunately, I have noticed there is a two-photo posting limit per blog, or I'd let several photos do several thousand words.

Went ahead and dropped into the Hbf while in the area to reserve first-class seating to and from Gelsenkirchen for tomorrow's USA opener, as well as Berlin the next day for Brazil-Croatia in Berlin, and the following day for the border war between Germany and Poland (is that in bad taste?, regardless, WC veterans have warned me there will be all sorts of things being thrown to the pitch from the stands) in Dortmund.

Returned to hotel in time to clean up and head off to Koeln Stadion for Portugal-Angola, but that's another blog.....

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Full Moon on More than the Rhein

Hitting the ground in Frankfurt and going straight to Waldstadion for Saturday's England-Paraguay match made for a long Day One im Deutschland. After the match and checking into my base hotel, the Dorint Novotel on the Rhein River in Koeln, had to reflect on the day's events before entering the Land of Blog.

First downloading all of the match images into my laptop, and showering and shaving while the processor did its thing, I then took a walk along the banks of one of the world's great rivers through history. On the way back to the hotel, the evening's full moon struck me with a theme for the day, at least in Group B, where none of the four team actually scored a goal. England did go up 1-0 five minutes in, but seemingly off the head of one of Paraguay's defenders attempting to clear a David Beckham service. Along with Sweden and Trindad & Tobago's scoreless draw, all those zeros did indeed emulate the full moon.

Speaking off 'Becks', one of my goals for the day was to get a couple images in the can of one of the world's highest-paid and most recognizable players. Getting to that point, however, was an exercise in patience as the media ticket process was about a two-hour ordeal in monotomy, as FIFA tried to deal with a match that had 200 photographers on the Wait List. First impression of the 2006 World Cup Germany is the legendary efficiency and organizational skills of this land have eluded some of the event's organizers. More on that in later posts.

On the upside, nothing can quite compare to being at an England match with 40,000 in unison urging 'Go on England!' on corner kicks and attacking build-ups. We Americans could also take a lesson in singing the Star-Spangled Banner with the gusto that both the fans and team sings 'God Save the Queen'. And though the German Polizei were out in force in Frankfurt's public areas, I'll have to give the Brits high marks for their congenial decorum.

England were also missing Wayne Rooney, who is still recovering from a broken foot but he did go through the full team warm-up and take his place on the bench. In his stead was an unusual sight, in 6-foot-7 Paul Crouch running up top with Michael Owen, who MAY be 5-foot-8. Crouch did a nice job winning and knocking down headers for most of the match.

For now, suffice it to say am extremely relieved to be shooting the Portugal-Angola match here in Koeln tomorrow night at 9 p.m. local time. Gives me a day to sleep in and walk around a bit more and take in some more of this vibrant and upbeat city.

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Ducks in a Row to Swim The Pond

While this blog won't "go live" until I reach Germany this Saturday, June 10th, wanted to get underway with the foreword as it were. This is also a practice exercise to learn the ropes with this particular blog interface and how this thing will work to our best interest.

All indications are "fur wundervolles Wetter in Deutschland am Wochenende". And while the weather may indeed be wonderful, another premise from the onset is to lay a blanket apology out for my extremely rusty German, which will nonetheless, have to serve me through. (and too, I have no clue where the umlaut key combo is on this keyboard).

In laying the scene, I'll hit the ground, hopefully gently via Delta's top-notch equipment and talented pilots' hands, in Frankfurt, travelling directly to Waldstadion to secure my FIFA media credential and match tickets for the first match I'm to shoot; England v. Paraguay. Immediately following that match, am commuting to Cologne (henceforth, Koeln, sorry, again, no umlaut), where I'll be based the first week I'm in country.

The following day, Angola and Portugal kick off to revisit some bad blood from the days of Colonial Africa, before I travel to Gelsenkirchen, Monday, June 12th, for the brutal opener the U.S. drew against an experienced, talented and accomplished side from the Czech Republic.

A strong qualifying run by the home team has been mitigated lately by some lackluster build-up matches but one might suspect, Bruce Arena is holding back some surprises for the Czechs. If those work out as well as the 2002 opener against an also heavily-favored Portugal team, we can live with that.

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Waiting Time's Up It's on to the Cup!

This blog will chronicle Perry McIntyre's two-week experience as an accredited photographer at the 2006 FIFA World Cup in Germany, June 10th to 23rd. It will go active as of June 10th.

In addition to covering all three of the U.S. Group 'E' matches, the proposed schedule also calls for McIntyre to shoot all three England Group 'B' matches, to shoot Mexico in Group 'D' twice (sorry, just not enough guts to be a lone American at Mexico v. Iran) and to see the following teams at least once: Germany, Poland, Brazil, Croatia, Sweden, Italy, France, South Korea, Spain, Portugal, Angola, Ghana, Tunisia, and Trindad & Tobago.

This schedule will include travel to: Frankfurt, Cologne (Koeln), Gelsenkirchen, Dortmund, Berlin, Hanover, Leipzig, Nuernberg, Stuttgart and Kaiserslauten ("K-town").

A small selection of images from these matches will accompany each post, along with links to websites where more extensive proofs of McIntyre's work from the 2006 FIFA World Cup will be posted.

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