It was a bright and sunny - and calm! - morning, and I had San Francisco at my feet. So what do I do? I walk a few blocks down from where we're staying, to the Irish the Kezar pub, to watch the Champions league final on television. Of course I do...
The pub could probably house at least a 100 people, and there were at least 200 there. Felt like more... A handful of Italians (and the referee!) and then all Brits and Irish. And 1 Norwegian. What can I say? I was home. So we played a great first half , a more untidy second half, and we lost. The Italians in the pub were ecstatic at the end, but weren't killed, so I guess you could say there was a friendly atmosphere...
Some scouser bought me a beer, must have noticed how the 50º C (122º F) in the room also got to me. As well as the singing and shouting. Yes, I sang and shouted, songs I hadn't known I knew -- and of course, our anthem. And I will get a tattoo like that one. Hubby says I can, if he can have one too. Our families will probably disallow us, but...When I left the pub two Americans walked out just before me. "That was fun!" one said, as if he'd been to the circus. I guess he just had...
But we'll rise again, of course, both at home and in Europe. You'll never walk alone!
2 comments:
I'm glad you were in a different environment, I guess it must've put things in a different perspective, especially listening to the americans lol
That's a dragon, right? Funny because the symbol of Porto is also a dragon.
It was a strange game but football never ends and that's the best thing about it :)
Learned a new word thanks to you (which probably means I should brush up on my vocab- can't have a Norwegian showing me up ;)
I was thinking you meant disavow, but disallow fits too.
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