Big day out

Yesterday morning everyone in my office was speaking Italian to me, in an effort to break what's left of my balls. Who knew so many people knew a little Italian, I suspect they were looking it up on the internet.

Went to the pub, no one else is wearing fezes, shot of the crowd no fezes... watched as the two or three Milan fans cheered and danced for the entire first half. What could we do? We just had to sit there and take it. With each goal the fez feels sillier....3-0 at the half, grim...all is lost...don't lose faith..let's pull one back early in the second half and try and make a game of it....goal goal goal in 8 minutes...game on...nails bitten..nerves fraying...would hurt more to lose it now....c'mon Liverpool...Liverpool chants and cheers going up in the bar..trying to will them on. Stevie is shutting down their wide play brilliantly...time is running out...don't go to penalties cause we have no proven penalty takers, and our keeper is suspect.....Full time...penalties...We won! Katy and Stuart caught me crying as I watched...hugs from strangers...pint bought by strangers...Dave gives away his fez...girls asking for my fez...but I'm keeping it...Singing the Jam, Buzzcocks, and Madness songs...drink more drink 'That's Entertainmuhhaaaauuunttt lalalala laaaaa...

Still shocked!

There is nothing to compare it to for the non-soccer fan. It's like a multi-nation Super Bowl only bigger.