That's the song. The one we sing before the England games - and just because the Universe is that amazing, there happened to be a paper with the words to the anthem, sitting on my table in the pub for Friday's game. I like when the magic swirls around me like that. However, England was dismal, and my official team shirt and my singing and cheering could not overcome the lack of spirit on the field, nor the fickle fans of The Bedford. They've got one more go - let's hope it's a good one.
I feel like it's perfectly fitting that I am ending my time in London in the same fashion that it began - with football. After the first couple 'rocky' weeks of navigating con artists, hotels, and studio flats, I settled into London life with a group of friends who are nothing if they aren't footy fans. And although I've managed to add plenty of culture, history, serenity, and adventure into my months here, I've remained true to the sport and have watched more games in one season than I can say about any other sport (except maybe that year the Green Bay Packers went to the Superbowl ;)). Perhaps it was my attempt to find a common language between the new blokes I'd met and my 'Yankee' self, or maybe it reminded me of home (soccer has always been big in my family) - maybe it was just the excitement and enthusiasm seeping out of the pubs on a nightly basis, I suppose it doesn't matter why it happened - I'm just glad it did.
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