To me it has been pretty much a life-sustaining substance for the last 3 weeks, and it's only getting better.
Off course I hear you say, with France making it to the quarters against the odds, and facing Brazil in what promises to be (maybe falsely) a classic in the making. That would be ignoring that I have watched probably 50 of the 58 matches played so far. Kinda crazy, I know, but to me ultimately delightful. And tomorrow, for another 4 hours (2 matches), I'll be glued to my TV screen. When the final whistle sounds for the Brazil-France game, I may be laughing and jumping or hanging my head and crying, but no matter what my heart will beat to the rhythm of a bouncing football. And it will until next sunday when the final is eventually played.
It may seem weird or illogical to you all, but it is so.
So if you think of me tomorrow, just whisper this one sentence and we'll be just a little bit closer:
'Allez les Bleus!'
