I was in a back street English bar, in Madiera.
With a middle aged, nice couple, who were Bristol City fans, saying they didn't want us in the final, cos we'd win.
And a drunk Scot, who for no reason, seemed to hate me. He spent the entire game going nose to nose with me incomprehensibly shouting at me.
To the point I felt I couldn't even celebrate Virgo's goal or the penalties.
I just had to wish the Brizzie well, and save it for our hotel bar.
With a middle aged, nice couple, who were Bristol City fans, saying they didn't want us in the final, cos we'd win.
And a drunk Scot, who for no reason, seemed to hate me. He spent the entire game going nose to nose with me incomprehensibly shouting at me.
To the point I felt I couldn't even celebrate Virgo's goal or the penalties.
I just had to wish the Brizzie well, and save it for our hotel bar.