Well there I was last night, thinking no, I can't spend another evening watching football can I? But I've pretty much given up on EastEnders, so I found myself watching Italy - Bulgaria playing in a half-empty ground, the rain pissing down, wondering why they chose this instead of the Sweden - Denmark game. And if that wasn't bad enough, we had to endure David Pleat's leaden observations. The pundit's a difficult role to fill since Big Ron has been moved on, but I thought Mick McCarthy was good (though to the refined upper-class sensibilities of the chaps at Private Eye, he has a "comedy" accent, which makes me think perhaps someone should tell Mick about this: if he can see off Roy Keane he should make short work of Ian Hislop), and Joe Royle was even better: in the Czech Republic - Holland match, after Heinz was brought on, "Am I allowed to say that Heinz has brought variety to the Czech game?"
A friend reckoned that football's only worth watching when there's a team you support, but I disagree. England games tend to be too tense, whereas a less stressful encounter allows you to sit back and just enjoy it. Okay, Croatia - Switxerland was 90 minutes of my life wasted, but Czech Republic - Holland, Portugal - Spain.....great stuff. And then there was last night, another great match, with Italy making the usual drama out of going out. I was sort of supporting them, and the last minutes were wonderfully tense (but, you know, with it not being England, not too tense), but it's difficult to have much sympathy for them. They should have done better. I suppose there's an element of schadenfreude (see my previous post below).
So, what are the chances on Thursday night, if we beat Portugal, of John Motson coming out with, "well, Gary, the Portuguese have a word "saudade" for a deep feeling of sadness, and you can be sure there'll be a lot of saudade in Lisbon tonight."