To date, this site has been followed in 52 countries. For all you statistics fans out there, here is a rundown of the ten cities (including two towns) in the world where this site has been most followed:
(Up to and including July 21)
1. Riga, Latvia
2. London, England
3. Leicester, England
4. Oslo, Norway
5. Birmingham, England
6. Kaunas, Lithuania
7. Nuneaton, England
8. Tallinn, Estonia
9. Johannesburg, South Africa
10. Linwood, USA
Friday, July 9
The Shirt is proudly hanging in Brightwater Shopping Mall, Joburg. It's a fantastic sight.
While I've been roadtripping it around South Africa these past three weeks, Bjorn and Marianne have been hard at work in Joburg continually spreading the word to the international press. Bjorn has even been featured on Costa Rican TV.
Catch all his latest news here
Truthfully, I'd be very happy to fly home today, but I am hoping to spend my last full day with Bjorn catching up on the past few weeks and reminiscing back over the adventure from Kenya to Kopfontein.
It turns out though that Bjorn is booked up with shirt commitments around the Gauteng area and, as I don't have transport, I can't meet him.
Later on friday he also has to pull out of our planned 'last night on the beers':
"Sorry mate. I'm with Nelson Mandela's photographer and Morgan Freeman. Catch you tomorrow lunchtime in the pub."
Blown out for Morgan Freeman! I suppose I can forgive him on this occasion :)
Instead, Blackburn and I spend my last evening in South Africa in the Nigerian gangster pub over the road from our guesthouse. This is where I first found Blackburn stumbling around all those weeks ago, before the World Cup had even begun.
It's Castle and Klipdrift, then time to pack my bags...
Wednesday, May 26
After several days at Kjetil's it is time for us to sling our hooks for a few days and move to another part of Joburg. Bjorn, Marianne and I are now renting a flat off a local professional footballer.
It is a decent place, but I am not sure I could live in this city. The fear and paranoia are extreme. At times, you live under virtual 'house arrest' hiding behind huge barb-wired security gates, some with electric fences. Then there are the prison bars on the houses, the armed response teams...and even more security barriers within the houses themselves.
Add the slightly strange feeling that you could be in England when you peer outside at the shops (Woolworths and Wimpy) and industrial estates that bare more than a passing resemblance to home.
...Just make sure your house is stocked up with enough food and alcohol so you don't have to venture out on to the streets at night!
Today, we are trying to get organised for the weeks to come. Photos, blogs, videos, contact lists all need to be up to date and easily accessed.
I guess today is the first 'normal' boring day of the trip to date.
But you need days like this as well...
Tuesday, May 25
Brazil's top channel TV Globo pay us a visit.
They interview Bjorn and then it is off to Soccer City for some decent cycling shots outside the stadium.
The senior reporter, Cesar Tralli, reckons a staggering 85 million Brazilians will see his channel's coverage of our project.
Meanwhile, a very good friend of mine, Steve 'Dave' Perry gets in contact to let me know he has kindly managed to get a signed Nottingham Forest shirt from all the players at the world famous club. Nice one Dave!
Brian Vandervilt, Chairman of Corinthians Casuals FC, also emails and pledges a signed shirt.
Monday, May 24
I am fortunate enough to attend South Africa's pre-World Cup friendly with Bulgaria at the Orlando Stadium.
The stadium is in the infamous Soweto suburb of Johannesburg, within sight of many of the country's most notorious townships. After total refurbishment in 2008, this new state-of-the-art arena now seats 40,000 fans.
It is chaos on the roads leading to Soweto. Despite leaving another Johannesburg suburb at 7, we are only able to double-park on one of the roads adjacent as the match kicks off at 8.30.
Many of the streets leadng to the stadium are unlit and the noise is deafening. Once inside the arena the volume level goes up several more desibels. It is so raucous, in fact, that I cannot hear my friend Norris, stood next to me. It is very cold; maybe only 6 degrees Celsius. It is more like a chilly November evening than the summer paradise many foreign football fans are expecting.
The Orlando stadium actually shakes as tens of thousands of fans jump up and down in unison and dance rythmically from side to side. Truthfully, I have never heard noise anything like this from 40,000 fans. It is deafening.
When Bafana Bafana take a deserved 1-0 lead it is time to apply index fingers inside the ears.
Bulgaria have good support in the stadium. I can only assume the couple thousand present reside here in the Rainbow Nation. Cyrillic flags include: Slavia and Lokomotiv.
When the Bulgarians equalise it also feels more like a full international rather than a friendly.
At half time I realise, if I didn't realise before, strolling around, that the majority present here are straight out of the Soweto townships. There are a lot of, shall we say, quite 'rough and ready' lads present. In the toilets the local males think little of sharing urinals, rather than waiting their turns. Three blokes sharing one urinal is a first for me.
The stadium is located inside a giant natural bowl and, as it gets colder, mist begins to hug the floodlights giving the occasion the feel of a packed out November evening FA Cup replay.
Bafana Bafana look like a much more decent side than they are given credit for, look dangerous at set pieces, and are inspired at times thanks to Steven Pienaar. If this kind of support is behind them for their Group A matches with France, Mexico and Uruguay I believe they can and will qualify for the second round.
The match finishes 1-1. I break my 'never-leave-a-match-before-the-final-whistle' rule on 87 minutes, otherwise I will be spending the whole night in Soweto rather than one of Joburg's rather leafier suburbs.