It only took me about 13 minutes to understand that the reds are not Portugal. When the reds almost scored earlier a slight “eeek” came out if me. Thankfully it went unnoticed, or people thought I was just very worried that Spain would score. Either way I got away with it.
With football comes beer. Yes I know. I too feel like a traitor. But I like beer too.
Today, after 8 years (plus 5) in Portugal I heard the national anthem for the first time. Strange. It’s ok, but the Swedish one is better! Wonder how long before I hear the Brazilian one once I have moved. It’s probably about big butts and football. And chopp. And ai se eu te pego…