I drove down the M6 yesterday, to Llangollen, North Wales, thinking I’d watch the Wales v Portugal match in a place where it mattered. I’ve got a headache and stiff neck this morning. Not because Wales lost, but because the TV was mounted so high on the pub wall. It wasn’t a very good game, and for Wales it looked like one game too many. I heard a Welsh fan on the radio. “Don’t be sad that it’s over”, he rationalised.”Be glad that it happened”.
So Portugal are in the final and will face either Germany or the hosts, France, who play tonight. I hope France win tonight, and beat Portugal on Sunday too (if only to see the look on Christiano Ronaldo’s face)…
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