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Portugal lost. Ouch. Sigh. Pain. Etc.
On the upside, there's probably something to be said for falling in love (sort of) with a team (I'm only doing it for Saramago!), watching them scrape a victory (against England), go down fighting (but, imho, beaten by a stronger team – though that's no excuse, France was making so many mistakes! Aiee!), and plonk out of the cup. It's an emotional rush, which – as always – is a bit more fun than you'd expect. Like the World Cup, really.
And any time you get emotionally involved you either win, lose, or end up cycling somewhere else. So is not all bad.
As a bonus, had a surprisingly nice dinner with family. These folks aren't so bad after all! And the lobster was fantastic!
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