Jono and Big G had just arrived at my flat. We were having a beer in the sitting room. I muttered a “sorry, but I have to do this” and turned the tv on. G smiled and settled in more comfortably, pleased that he hadn’t had to ask. It was Saturday at 17.00 and time for the Germany-Sweden match, the first game of the second stage.
We drank our beers, watched the match and talked football for a little while before heading off to the
Sekt having been sipped, we made our way to Chez Marcel for dinner. The traditional French brasserie had been transformed into a bar de sport français. So there we were – 2 limeys and a yank in the
I was 100% behind
G was dazzled by my knowledge of the Beautiful Game, but mostly because he is a chauvinist and doesn’t think girls (or Americans) can know about football. At any rate, he has promised to take me to an Arsenal match back in
On Sunday we watched the England-Ecuador match in the beer garden at Riegrovy sady.