Italy played its first game of the World Cup. I was nervous as usual since games in the past have proven to be frustrating to watch a group of very talented players not live up to their expectations as a strong team.
The game had already started by the time I got home from work. I purposely biked through little Italy just to see the crowds that turned up in the cafes and bars for the game. I rushed home and was seated in time to see most of the first half and the first goal.
In the last world cup my sister and I went to a cafe at six in the morning to get seats (this was when the world cup was in Korea/Japan so the games were at odd times here). It was great fun to watch with a crowd and listen to all the conversations. Saturday we'll be in Montreal for mom's play so I hope to get to a cafe there and watch Italy's next match.
People keep assuming that my choice to support Italy as a team is because of D's Italian background. I chose them before I met D. since I was a soccer fan long before we got together. Afterall, at the serie A club level, he's a Parma supporter and I'm a Juventus supporter. I tell people that when I found out D. was a soccer fan it was just another sign that we should be together. So...Saturday will also be fun because we can watch the game together. Can't wait for more!
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You're so much more tolerant than me. I'm just about to write a post on World Cup but alas, I have a moment of peace and quiet so it's escaped my mind....horns blaring, whistles tooting, rigama frigama. Although, I appreciate any other team than Portugal and Brazil these days....4 weeks, huh? Oh boy.
Sorry r.j. I think the horns are a bit much myself, especially with certain fans.
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