Monday, 30 Jun 08
Viva España!
Was surprisingly alert and awake this morning as I got out of bed at 3am to watch the Euro ‘08 final - despite knowing I’d have to wake up again at 6am to go to school and teach a full day of classes.
Went out into the living room in the dark and promptly walked into and knocked over a wooden chair with a humongous clatter.
Managed to catch the beautiful goal in the first half, typically Torresian. Did a little dance in the dark and banged my knee on the coffee table. Flopped back on the couch sheepishly grinning and pumping my fist in the air, whispering, “Yes! Yes!”
Fell asleep during second half, waking up every ten minutes or so to ensure I hadn’t missed another goal. Dad came out at the 60th minute to check on the score. I gloated sleepily over the 1-0 scoreline and then flapped my hands at him dismissively - he was supporting Germany, God only knows why.
The last time I woke up it was to the beautiful scene of Torres brandishing the trophy. Drifted off to sleep on the couch with a grin on my face. Woke up at 6am, stumbled blearily back into my room to get my towel, and stubbed my toe right into my heavy cast-iron doorstop.
I think I might have absorbed all of Spain’s bad luck.
Viva España!
JADEITE