In the evening Amaya and I snug away from dessert to watch the EM football finale. The kind of football you can play without being covered in foam, mind you. Amaya being Spanish had her favorite of course, and she was not subtle about it during the game. I’ve always been an Italy fan, even when they played like crap, and this year they had played well, and Pirlo was the best player of the tournament. When you open the dictionary to find the word “cool”, right next to the picture of Steve McQueen, there is a video of Pirlo's penalty goal in the quarter final! So I had put on my Italia sweatshirt that evening. Unfortunately, the Spanish had the luck and the referee (two of the goals were offside) on their side, but yes, they played a bit better. So they won. Hhmmm. That was one bitter pill to swallow. But seeing Amaya jumping around with joy helped a bit. Maybe. Another bitter’ish pill was the fact that only I and the lovely Eileen from the UK wanted Italy to win! We sat there a large group of people with one thing in common, Italian cars, and most of the group wanted the Italians to lose! What’s that about?! I understand that driving an Italian car doesn’t make one love all things Italian, but still? Next time, buy a Seat!
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