And it's really hard not to catch it.
I must confess that I was at a pub watching yesterday's match against Trinidad and Tobego (probably the most English thing you can do), and I highly enjoyed myself. It was fantastic. I want to go every single match. When England got their first goal it felt like the entire country was celebrating. Fantastic fantastic fantastic!
This country is ridiculous. There are England flags everywhere, and I mean everywhere. It's like Vancouver with the Canucks, but to the very extreme. It seems like every car that passes has a flag poking out the window, and at least 1 out of every 3 people is wearing a football jersey. I saw a car awhile ago that had the entire hood of the car painted. It's all quite excellent.
One man did try to ruin my fun, though. He was very drunk and was wandering around hollering random things. He happened to stop right infront of me so I couldn't see the screen, and my automatic reaction was to yell at him to move. He gave me a really dirty look and then wandered off.
After about five minutes he must have realized that he had just adhered to an order given to him by a girl about half his size, and he came back to tell me off. He just stood there red in the face screaming at me for a good five minutes. I completely ignored him and let him have his temper tantrum - didn't even look at him. Eventually he left. When you don't yell back they don't have much to go on.
Takes a big man to threaten a girl. Especially one who could tae kwon do his ass from here to oblivian. If only he knew.
posted by Lisa @ 7:13 AM
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