So far I have managed to avoid mentioning Euro 2004 and all the hype. Football is not among my favourite sports, spectator or otherwise. However, yesterday I watched the England verus Croatia match. once I had managed to stop laughing at the half-time commentary (the regional accents almost defeated me and their seriousness beggared belief) – I rather enjoyed the excitement. Man of the Match was of course, Wayne Roonie, the 18yr old up and coming superstar with freckles. It would be nice if his ingenuousness could last, but fame and fortune at that age must be hard to cope with.
My excuse for supporting England is that I am half English after all, though I am a Scot at heart.