…or the Agony of Defeat
The atmosphere in
Olive and I had driven to
I decided we needed to find an Irish pub – I wanted to be amongst limeys to watch the match. Olive asked a couple of people and we were directed to
It was actually a very exciting match. Except that
At the end of the 30 minutes of extra time, waiting for the penalty shoot-out, I thought I might throw up. I was shaking and tried to remind myself that I wasn’t actually English. The rest is history.
Olive tried to be sympathetic, but she was still over the moon from