Last night was excellent. I had decided to watch the match between France and (those cheating bastards who knocked England out) Portugal, in the company of a lot of French people. I had two reasons, first to offer my support and become a Frenchman for one night, and two, to enjoy the game in a great atmosphere. It worked. We, Neil, Lawrence, Chris and H, and Jan and I, wandered over to Vic le Fesque, our neighbouring village, to see what they had set up. At first sight it was very disappointing. A white tablecloth had been strung up on the side of the village hall and some enterprising soul had set up a satellite dish and had connected it up to a projector. At 9 o'clock it is still very light so it was difficult to see anything at all. But another enterprising soul had set up a bar so we all settled to sipping our cartagene and to see what transpired. When all said and done we could always nip back home at half time.
It was an exciting match and as the sun went down it became easier to see what was going on, and then France scored. France 1 and those cheating bastards Portugal 0. I was very happy, not to mention a hundred or so Frenchmen. At half time the woman who had lent her table cloth obviously wanted it back (dinner was ready) so they projected onto the village hall wall. All the better to see those cheating Portuguese bastards get stuffed (this is hardly politically correct, are you really so annoyed at those cheating bastards? - Ed.)
The final whistle blew and spectators started blowing horns, waving huge flags and letting off firecrackers that burnt a hole in of our ladies' trousers. She was not amused. France had done it and now meets Italy in the final. I'm sorry to say that I will then switch allegiance and support Italy. Football supporters can be so fickle!
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Neil and Lawrence went off to visit Avignon and the Pont du Gard today so Jan and I chilled. I just love chillin!
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