This weekend was Bastille Day and France competing in the World Cup Final. Ah, if only we were French we could Vive La France with the rest of the country.
I have to confess that my interest in the World Cup wained after our dismal match against Croatia. I wasn’t interested in coming third (or fourth) and couldn’t watch the losers’ match against Belgium.
When it came to watching the final, I opted out. Big T went off to Valbonne to squeeze into the square and enjoy the ambiance while I decided to stay at home and relax away from the crowds. I heard the neighbours cheering at every goal so knew the score without being packed nose to tail.
Well done to France, I only wish it had been an England – France final, now that would have got me cheering!