Shush. We play football, and we play it very well thank you.
Even last night when we lost
I never expected England to win over Italy, never went out thinking I would walk home in triumph. But the equaliser came so quickly and we were playing so well.
We dominated that game.
It just felt so unfair to lose.
I did go out to watch it.
And the pub was damn near empty at the start of the match. But by half time it was filling up with late 20s early 30s lasses in little dresses asking about the karaoke. Seems that it's a regular late night haunt, which I really did not expect. I was there, sober and soberly attired in a black cotton jersey top and dark denim skirt. Mutton dressed as mutton.
Glad I got to watch the game though, despite not being surrounded by other fans.
Swings and roundabouts, I had a seat, a great view of the tv and was right next to the Ladies (which was clean).
Oh and I got a free bacon bap out of it, although the less said about that the better
