The stadium itself is a rather precarious concrete structure which looks as if collapse is a real possibility, but it's a very nice venue to watch a game - the open seating means that you can sit as close to the centerline as you dare (the rowdier locals, many of whom consume prodigious amounts of ethanol before entering the stadium, tend to prefer these seats as well) and the seats are close enough to the field where even the nosebleeds can get a good sense of the game. Getting into the stadium is an experience in itself, and the vendors who set up shop outside sell everything from coke to candy to small roasted birds on a stick (if you're feeling adventurous you can buy roasted mice with the fur intact). We arrived a bit later than planned and sat close to one of the goal lines, but our seats were right next to the stairs leading up the bleachers. This placement led to us "befriending" many of the aforementioned locals, who were shocked to see an azungu (friendlyish word for whitey) in the stands (not all too surprising, given that we one of 15, and 8 of them chose the more expensive seats).
The game itself was interesting - Angola's players seemed to suffer from a spate of sudden injuries during Malawi's drives for the goal, although thankfully these injuries resolved themselves rapidly after play had stopped and they had been taken to the sideline. The first half saw the most excitement when Angola scored 2 goals within 5 minutes, and Malawi couldn't catch up in the second half. Although Malawi lost, where else can you watch two national teams play each other for less than $2.00?