Flanders in a flash Part 3: The only reason you should go to Brussels

It's a personal opinion and most people wouldn't agree with me, but I don't think much of Brussels and the only memorable thing that I take away with me each time I step foot into the city for transit purposes is that all the railway stations there reek of pee. So naturally, I avoid going to Brussels for longer than a half-hour train transit.

But insert a live soccer match into the equation, and I can make an exception.

Pictures are grainy and the lighting was bad but what the heck, I had a great time. Even though we spent most of the first half of the match running around the circumference of the entire stadium trying to look for the right entrance and also hanging precariously off bars so we could see above the heads of ang-moh giants.

This is little me trying to tower over hugeass them.

Stealthily we managed to clamber all the way to the front during half-time, and we got an almost uninterrupted view of the rest of the game.

Freekick!

Mesmerized.

Equally mesmerized.

The score at full-time.

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Thank you for the treat, lovey!