The first thing you notice at the cricket: being a spectator involves constantly getting up and sitting down, letting people through and saying “excuse me.” Although a German normally only watches sport for a couple of hours, a World Cup game takes as long as a normal workday. For a European that’s a long time to be sitting down. But here, at the world’s biggest cricket ground, the fans pass the time relating anecdotes of their last holiday or talking about their annoying neighbour. The stadium is sort of like a prolonged café stop for 93,013 people. The stadium itself, the world’s biggest by capacity, is also a treat to behold. The MCG (or “the G” as it’s known here) is a symbol of sports-mad Australia and oozes history. As you walk in, you pass by wooden boards filled with names and records of past cricketers and Australian Rules footballers. Everywhere you look, black and white photos of moustachioed sportsmen stare down at you. But to the cricket: the final starts brilliantly for the home team. Three New Zealand batsmen are dismissed in the first hour. “Hell no!”, exclaims Matt, a Blackcaps supporter, as fans dressed in green and gold…