Sunday, July 09, 2006

italia

So, around about now the plan was to be halfway to Trafalgar Square, pouring champagne over everyone, horns hooting, the best night of our lives. We'd even bought the Moet in case. Still, not to be and well done to the Italians.

France 98 and now Germany 06. No famous spinach lasgane this time round, but still the best nights. Long summer evenings, exotic football.. And what a shame about Zidane, a chance to be a real hero of our generation, our Maradona, our Cruyff, taken away in a mere moment of madness.

Football, you wouldn't have it any other way.
italy
terry henry
noone watches itv