Every two years the same thing happens: the whole country gets into an almost intolerable tizzy, flags are being waved, barbecues are being held, bigger TVs are bought, Beer consumption goes through the roof, hopes are held high, and in the end everybody gets deflated when Germany loses the final and England don’t make it past the group stage.
Here at Fordiebianco central we are prepared. It’s definetely the biggest TV we’ve ever had (21 inches), there is beer and Pimms, the sweepstake money has been paid but for obvious reasons we haven’t started to hang the Germany flag out the bedroom for fear of lynching by the natives.
The only problem I have is that I am likely not going to see a lot of return on my investment in the sweepstakes:
Messaged from the Outhouse 