What a day for World Cup Soccer! I was so wrong on both my predictions for the games, and my predication for the final is also gone. It’s anyone’s guess at this point.

I watched the England/Portugal game at the Auld Alliance Pub in the Marais. There was a huge group of us from school, including Iceni and Henry. It was really helpful to have them there to translate and explain the English cheers. It was such a fun game, until the shootout. How terribly disappointing, although I can’t say it was their best-played game.

I was scheduled to baby-sit at 8 pm, and the game ended at 7:45. I have never crossed Paris in such short a time. I need to learn to say no, though. How could I watch that match alone, confined in someone else’s apartment? It was unreal- France completely dominated Brazil. What the hell happened to Brazil? I, and so many others, are in complete shock over the win. It’s kind of interesting to watch a France game alone in apartment, because it’s clear that everyone everywhere is watching the exact same thing. When a good play happens, or a bad call, the whole city reacts and you can hear the collective roar. It’s pretty amazing.