So in the end, it all came down to me versus our border collie, Molly. What am I taking about? The European Championships of course.
Faced with the absence of any of the home nations or Ireland, each member of the household chose a team to follow. I chose Spain, because I like their style and Cesc Fabregas is Spanish. Matthew chose Holland, as he likes their style (and the colour orange). Our daughter chose Poland, for reasons that no-one quite understands, and we chose Germany for the dog, because they both play in black and white.
And I won – or rather Spain did. And they deserved it: the most positive team that scored the most goals and created the most chances. I suppose I would say that, wouldn’t I? And the dog really didn’t seem to mind.
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