False hope
3 July 2006 @ 8:13
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The same thing happens every World Cup, every European championship. I spend the whole lead up, between the end of the season and the start of the competition saying how shite England are, how we’ll be lucky to qualify from the group and then when we actually play you get filled with this sense of something which feels like ‘actually, on paper, we could, we could just win it…!’ Why does this happen? And why do we all get so disappointed about it when we bomb out, yet again, and yet again to penalties. Oh well, only another four years ’til the next one. I am going for France and Germany now: France for the Gunners and Germany for Sandra! We had a nice weekend, other than the football disappointment (which didn’t bother Mr C at all, of course). Friday we went with Al to Chambers for lunch. Chris had an amazing looking burger and we all had nice food. Saturday we had coffee in town and a shop before the football and curry in Swimbridge. Yesterday we had Sunday lunch at a pub in Hele Bay with friends from Ireland. I had a nice veggie crumble. Then we repaired along the coast to lovely Lynmouth, and after a rum and raisin ice cream and a walk on the rocks we headed back home. Another week now, probably with some scary tempretures, by the look of things! |
