Both last week and this week, I've keenly watched the Champions League quarter-finals taking place. Last week they showed AC Milan against Bayern Munich, then Chelsea against Valencia; tomorrow it will be Liverpool against PSV, and today they showed Man Utd tearing Roma to pieces, like a bear swiping salmon from a stream, or a nurse swiping my appendix while I have a hernia operation. Because I don't get to see Match of the Day here, I take the chance to watch football with much greater eagerness when it does come. And since the Champions League is a battle of European teams, I become fiercely patriotic when I watch it. I guess because it's something that links me back to my homeland - I can watch it, and feel proud that these teams are representing the country I come from. And I especially feel proud when one of those teams puts 7 goals past another team. And speaking of representing my home country, I made an excellent cottage pie today; I think it's the first meal I've ever made where I've gone back for more, even though I was too full up to finish my first helping. Eeeenglaaaand! I feel like breaking out in a rendition of 'God Save The Queen'.
The way they show the Champions League in this country, is a bit similar to Match of the Day, in the sense that they assume you haven't heard the score from the other matches, so they show snippets of saves and misses before the advert break, and then show you the highlights, without letting you know the final score until they've finished showing those highlights. So all I knew for ages, was that Chelsea were losing 1-0; and before they went to an advert break at full-time, they showed the Valencia players walking off the pitch, congratulating the goalkeeper. So I assumed Chelsea had lost. Still, they ended up winning 2-1, and we now have 2 English teams in the semi-finals, with Liverpool starting at home tomorrow against PSV, with a 3-0 lead already. Eeeeeeeeenglaaaaaaaannnnnd!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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you'alright Tim?
Hope things are a bit better with you know, and the assingments are going alright.
Take some time to explore, what's the point of going to a different country if you're only going to do exactly what you'd do at home - be a tourist, be adventurous, take a bus to the middle of nowhere and have a wonder round, then spend hours finding your way back again...
Are your lungs okay now? What was actually wrong with them and what caused the pain?
I got your text last night, and I didn't watch the football in the end, but I wish I had now. Charlton drew 0-0 with Reading, but it was still a really good game. Me, Dad, Jon and Jon's friend Johnny went, the atmosphere was really good and really encouraging and the tickets for the sheffield Utd match are already sold out.
I'm sure a have more to say, but it's all gone from my head now, so I will write no more. Except this....chin up.
Love you,
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