It wasn't the fairy tale ending. I was banking on a trademark Beckham free kick. But it didn't come. Just goes to show how much I know about the game.
England lost 1-0 to France and it was a good evening with my mate Neil in the Scottish pub watching France outclass our boys.
Lots of work to do before England become world beaters.
It's getting rather precarious. I might go through my entire adult life without seeing England win the world cup...or a major honour.
But at least I saw Chelsea win something big. Ah the glory days of Jose Mourinho. Not so keen on his successor Avram Grant. In fact right off that whole scenario.
But away from running around after a ball which I shall do this Saturday morning. But to more important things like Kultur.
There's an exhibition at the Fondation Cartier all about Patti Smith.
The last time I went to that venue it was to see David Lynch show his artistic prowess. And jolly weird it was too.
I'm slightly intrigued by the Patti Smith thing because really all I know is the song: Because the night belongs to lovers etc etc. I'm sure there's much, much more to her than that.
Likewise England.
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