I wondered to myself if there would be any dim wits waving the Islamic Republic flag when we get to the venue.
fortunately, we saw only three Islamic Republic flags and the rest were all Sun and Lion flags. First one was a young boy with the IRI flag draped around him. I approached him and asked if he thought there was anything Iranian about the flag he had put across his shoulder? He said ashamedly "I know, but I just didn't have any other flag". I told him but brother thats no excuse to wave this. He gave me the IRI flag, and I bought him a drink, shook his hand and embraced him like a new found friend.
The other two with Islamic Republic flags were both females and the women in our group approached them. One of them was a young girl in a short skimpy skirt and a low cut blouse, looking even more stupid as she flapped the Islamic flag about. She folded up her flag and put it in her hand bag and the other woman exchanged her Islamic flag for a Sun and Lion flag. Now I could relax and enjoy myself.
The sun was shining majestically and the Iranian girls were looking more beautiful than ever.
When the national anthem was played in the stadium, we all started singing the Ey Iran, Marze Por Gohar. Our country's rightful national anthem.
I let the pictures tell the rest of the story:
Finally all that heat generated form all that excitement blew up the projector's bulb :) and we had to watch the rest of the match on small screens :)
And as usual there were no figures of "Iranian opposition", who appear all over our media, in the crowd. It is beneath them to appear where Iranians gather. They were probably too busy writing articles and poetry or organising useless conferences than to mix with the plebs.