On the morning before the game against Russia we are waking up to this hideous sight. Fredner had gotten drunk already at the plane to Riga, in some way managed to get into our room and then passed out!

Time to go to the Yellow tents in Old town. On the way there we proudly present the "party banner #1"w to the locals.

Ok. Why is he sitting by himself laughing? It seems like the Latvian beer caused a breakdown in the Fredner circuit box or something.

Fast mood-changes here. Fredner realized after a while that we were not allowed to put up our banner at this pub and started to yell and scream at the owner.

Some Czech supporters joined in and increased the party. Fredner soon came along in the good mood, because if there is something that this guy can do it is to party!

It’s completely useless to drag the banner around like a bathing robe over the shoulders so we put it up by the Yellow tents so that people could see what crew it was that had arrived to town.

The first beer of the day in the Yellow tents in Old town together with good friends. It was to become many, many beers at this location during these Championships.

COME ON SWEDEN, COME ON!!! Fredner is getting the crowd started inside the huge Yellow tent.

Drunk and fine and pained hours before the game.

Supporters from Canada in the Yellow tent. Actually lots of Canadians on location during these Championships. Great!!

Time to move on. Where are we heading now then?

Hello!!! Where are we going? Is anyone keeping track on what is happening or are we just rumbling around?

After an hour Fredner found… a Wine cottage!! What the fuck is this? Drinking fine wines and have a good time when we are supposed to pour beer down our throats and fall into things.

Once back in Old town we went to Go-Go La Vita to once again kick-start the liver with Alcohol. Jocke, supporter of the-team-that-never-wins had just arrived to Riga and was forced to carry our flag.

While some people were drinking, some others were taking their normal position. In Fredners defense we have to say that he had a good speed on the drinking before passing out.

What is Patrik up to? What has he spotted?

All right. Now we get it. Fredner came alive and, like always, manages to get his picture taken with some local, good-looking girls.

After his little nap Fredner was getting lots of energy and yelled at us inside Go-Go that “The flag must up again! Why haven’t you put it up, you bloody finns?” (What?)

-Hello there mister Latvia! Come here and help me then while I am tying here.

More people arrives to help our drunk friend to get up the Swedish banner.

Work leader Fredner don’t seems to be in total control of what is happening. The work with putting up the flag was, as said earlier, as badly organized as a finnish fire drill”.

SWEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEN!!! The flag is up! Do you hear that, you sober bastards!

He, he. That will keep them silent for a while.

Time to get yet another Gin & Tonic while caching the breath

And then back to sleep. It’s like the guy should have like a timer in his body that tells his body when to pass out.