Bloody hell,that was close!
Having watched a fair few matches in these Euros Championships,I have to say that I was largely impressed by the quality. International football leaves me cold as a rule. This tournament-as I’ve said before-is the best I can think of since the 2002 World Cup in Japan and South Korea.
Maybe it was because of the crap we had to watch last year as Celtic fans,right enough. Everything pales by comparison.
I had a fifty on Italy at the start of the tournament,priced at 9/1. Nice wee £500 back,less a wee donation somewhere. I would have won a lot more than that if they had won the match in ninety minutes-but they didn’t,and I never cry over a losing bet.
Never bet what you can’t afford,never bet unless you are prepared to lose. And as it happened,I won. Belter!
“The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven—
All’s right with the world!”
So I’m heading into town later to have my belated birthday sesh. Yes,I will commiserate a tad with my English friends,and yes,I do feel for the English lads who missed their penalties. It won’t stop me enjoying a decent dayooooot.
Italy were the best team in the tournament overall,though I think Spain deserved to beat them in the semi final. They are worthy winners. That accolade might have been accorded to England,but a goal up after two minutes and hardly kicked a ball for ninety minutes after that? Dear dear…