There was a time when Germany and France played against each other. That was my first day in France. Could you imagine, siting in the living room surrounded by French people. I felt bad (Germany fan). I guess I felt so bad (or tired) when Germany scored that I went to bed. Couldn't help but smile in the morning when I herd Germany won (guilty).
|Me in panic mode|
The next day we went to Belgium. The match between Argentina and Belgium was also the next day. I felt so sorry when I started to root for Argentina (really guilty). We were staying at the hotel Novotel and when we were in the lobby, we could see people gather in front of the TV with flags and stuff. Mum wanted to go outside (Seriously?). How could she go for a walk when a match was going on. Ayesha and I stayed of course. When Argentina scored, we could hear the disappointment outside. I guess I fell asleep out of guilt (or just tired) again. I woke up hearing the latest news while eating a 1$ waffle (mum bought it).
Who would have thought I would be watching the World Cup in Europe when it was held in South America.
Just my luck,