Trains, Trains, Trains

The trip is more than half over, and so far at this World Cup we've seen relatively little soccer.

But we've seen a shitload of train stations. And trains. Trains, trains, trains.

Thanks to the baffling intricacies and inconsistencies of the FIFA and U.S. Soccer ticketing procedures, AC had booked and prepaid our hotels before we got tickets to the USA v.

Read the full article at What's the Fuss? World Cup 2006: Two Americans Storm Germany.