Gods of football, I repent!

Having been brought up in a very rugby-crazy city and educated in a particularly rugby-crazy prep school, I have frankly always considered that football (soccer in North America) is strictly a sport for pooftas. All of that rolling around on the pitch in agony when their ankle gets a little kick, whereas if a rugby player has their ear ripped off in a scrum they just bandage it up and soldier on.

So it was with alternating groans of annoyance and barks of derisory laughter that I watched France’s first couple of games in the World Cup. And then there was that match with Spain, and I wasn’t laughing so much as cheering them on…and then they beat Brazil…

So now, one day before the final, I have only one thing (OK, a few things) to say:

ALLEZ LES BLEUS!!! ALLEZ LES BLEUS!!!! ZIDANE IL VA MARQUER!!! ZIDANE IL VA MARQUER!!! ALLEZ LES BLEUS!!!

Off to buy red, white & blue facepaint.