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On Sunday HY and I went to an indoor stadium near the Truman Brewery to watch the England match. I wonder how the organiser came up with the slogan, 'You've got to believe!'--it's the lamest line I've ever heard. Well, I suppose if you've seen England's worrying performance, faith is the best thing you can have. It's kind of like going to church in the America south where you listen to those passionate gospel music: sing and clap along with the others, your spirit is elevated, thinking that there is hope and God is by your side, whilst in reality your crops are dying and you are struggling to make ends meet. All those chanting, swearing and beer-spilling must have worked, as Becks has again proved himself a national hero. I've also noticed that Rooney's face has a magical affect on the crowd. Everytime the bully's mug fills up the screens (three of them), everyone goes, ROOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEY!! In the end the country did win, suddenly confetti came down from the ceiling, and it was party time: the lot were singing and jumping about like no tomorrow, shouting 'football's coming home', and the cheerleaders were waving their pompoms. Of course, there were hugs and kisses aplenty. Soon the music died out, and the people went back home in their old, merry ways. Outside in the real world, the east end appears like a madhouse itself. There were barbecues, vintage shops, African drums and even a man-made beach for the poor Londoners! As for the ones who watched the match at home alone, it was just another dull, boring game.
Watching England vs Ecuador in a gigantic oven
A 'beach' at the east end
A series of 'wee' photos:
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We walk together
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I above we
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We don't care if you are looking