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World Cup

Woke up 4am Monday morning, and headed down to the Viaduct (Auckland Harbour) to watch the final. Place was of course rammed (not as busy as last England game however), and about 25/25/50 French/Italian/Neutral, but by the closing minutes it was more 50/50 France/Italy. Me and James were routing for the Italians from the kick-off (honest)

Still can’t believe how much of a tit Zidane was…

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