Brazil...Brazil...Brazi...Braz...Bra...Br...B...!

I went to a Brazilian restaurant the night of the quarters and was dumb enough to tell the waitress I was rooting for England over Brazil. She threatened me with the full might of the Allston Brazilian community :p.

I liked England best because of their clever chants. Against Argentina:

"WHERE IS YOUR NA-VY?"
"AT THE BOT-TOM OF THE SEA!"

Lovely spiteful :)