dear people of the world,
despite the grin in the barman’s face when he realised we were portuguese and despite the crowd in the pub cheering for england, both g. and i left the place in amsterdam with a smile in the face. what a game, what a bit of history repeated. :)
we came back to celebrate with more equations and tests, as today we both fly to portugal for a statistics exam tomorrow and other exams.
being in amsterdam has a bittersweet taste. i’m halfway home if i go south (to portugal), and i’m halfway home if i go north (to groningen), but being halfway is neither and makes us ask where is the remote control, we want to fast forward the hours…
well, wish us luck! :)
1 reply on “pouca terra, pouca terra”
I must tell you that I was, also, in Amsterdam, for that game. I saw it, with other two portuguese friends of mine, in a irish pub, near Govert Flinckstraat (southeast of Amsterdam). The pub was filled with around 50 english fans; I expected the worse, but in the end I was very surprised by their attitude: they congratulated us and wished good luck for the next match. Just fantastic!!