  The Wrong Shirt When England lost to France, I was wearing my slightly soiled England T-shirt. Obviously, that wasn't going to be worn again, so I wore the "On les aura" "Philosophy Football" t-shirt for tonight's match.
This tactic failed as you will know from the penalty shoot-out result against Portugal. Other unsuccessful tactics were M lying upside down on the sofa, hiding her head behind the TV guide, and the boy waving his baseball bat around randomly (which I eventually had to prevent, at some cost (teenage boy, uncertain father)). Also, England appeared to score when I was out of the room, so I left the room quite frequently (fag breaks). Sorry. It didn't work. Moron flags taken down. Ingerlan' should have won. B*gger, cos we should have gone further.
"We"? well, you know, football gets to you. They might be overpaid bastards, but it feels like they are our overpaid bastards. Still not well, spent day feeling useless, as a burst of energy could have achieved so much eg painting. I did nothing except make supper and feel rotten for it. You can't achieve much when you are on the loo all day. I also spent a long time changing the appearance of this blog. If it don't work, please tell me. A 
