The long shlep back

I can't remember if I've slept twelve hours before but tonight I did.

It's Sunday, so beach busy and we felt beach weary.

I cycled into the village and bought half a dozen oysters, a dozen crevettes and a lemon sole.  The church bells rang midday and I thought I might catch the beginning of the match in a café.  I chose L'Escasse because the beer is cheap and the screen is big and asked a waiter if they were showing the game. 

'What game?'
'The cup Final'
'Of what?'
'Football'

He obliged me by turning the big screen on and bringing me a cheap beer.

I watched the first half solo, bar four androgynous Dutch children who were openly supporting Spain (I praised myself for understanding that much Dutch).

I winced audibly when Spain scored and cycled home at half time.

Football's not coming home.