England 2 ... he he he. I didn't do much gloating at the Firebrigade last night.
I think it was the excess of gloatage that led me to waking up on the sofa this morning, still in my clothes. I bought a round for everybody after the game, (it's only €1.30 a beer so I wasn't being too ostentacious) and they bought me one back.
I tried to explain that I was only being gracious in triumph, but they wouldn't hear of it.
Hence my rude awakening this morning as the cat jumped on me, whinging for food.
It was a good night though. Having your weekends on a Wednesday does have its consolations I guess.