Originally posted in my Livejournal, 4 minutes ago:
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Shock, horror, tragedy
And in the end... it was all too predictable.
I guess my lasting impression of the experience will be hearing the England faithful, pre game, chanting proudly:
"I'm English till I die!
I'm English till I die!
I think I am
I'm sure I am
I'm English till I die!"
All very rousing and patriotic.
Then the match itself. The absolutely typical unfolding of events.. England play as less than the sum of their parts, make crucial errors and end up losing for the umpteenth time on penalties.
The moment Portugal put them away, the bar switched the sound off. You could've heard a pin drop if its arrival on the floor had not co-incided with one of the occasional "FUCK"'s that emenated from the masses.
And then, after a couple of minutes.. a few voices could be heard croaking out that same pre-game chant. Except, though it was still patriotic, now it sounded anything but proud. It sounded, frankly, like the lament of someone who knows they're condemned to another 50 years of this bullshit.
And God help me... I'm one of them :(
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(additional..)
At various times it seemed Portugal was handing the game to us. And we all too obligingly handed it right back (particularly on the penalties, which they were nice enough to scuff twice).
They are in line to get absolutely carved apart by the French, if current form holds true.
But in the end, they won, and I owe Jim $20. Congratulations, you big jerk.
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