YOU ARE GAY, PARRA IS GAY WE ALL ARE GAY?

Saturday was a very, very long day. It seemed even longer than that time I spent thirty two straight hours on a mini-van/bus/mini-van/bus from Bangkok to Singapore. Australia and Uruguay were getting it on in Montevideo in a World Cup qualifier and there was supposedly only one place to watch it in town, Sportscafe in Picadilly Circus. With a capacity of six hundred and half a million Aussies in London who would potentially want to watch the most important football game that Australia has ever played. You do the math! Obviously we got there early, about seven and a half hours early to ensure that we wouldn’t miss it.

Luckily for us we got to sit through losing to England in the rugby and watching England beat Argentina in the football (though this was a really entertaining game) before the main event.

Despite the grainy, jumpy satellite footage we saw our boys do incredibly well to only lose 1-0 and give us our best chance of going to the World Cup since 1974. It certainly wasn't a place for women and small children (or dogs). The language was colourful in our description of Uruguayans, cheesy American commentators on mobile phones, referees and linesmen and if that dirty, mussell stinking, chocolate eating, cheating Belgian referee hadn't of given that dodgy free kick then we would never have conceded that goal! It was shoulder to shoulder and even I could see that!

Heartened by our boy’s heroic efforts and half cut I made my way to the Metra with couple of the fellas where I could barely stand and spent most of the time wondering why I was there. But don't worry Deshy reminded me, "Um, cute asian girls". Oh yeah that’s right.