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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Apr. 10th, 2021 06:01 pmAn evening of international women's football yesterday. First up, Northern Ireland v Ukraine in the first leg of the play-off for a spot at the Euros in England next year. Northern Ireland got off to a dream start with an early goal, Ukraine equalised on 28 minutes but after the break Simone Magill scored a beauty for the Irish that turned out to be the winner. Fingers crossed for Tuesday's second leg!
Rachel invited me to Zoom with her as we watched France v England. France were fielding a virtual B team but they still outclassed a lacklustre Lionesses team clearly missing Houghton and Bronze. Matt came into our chat just after the match, we picked the bones of the game for a while then ended up carrying on well into the night talking about the goings-on at Arsenal, the decline in Manchester United's form (the others put that down to the injury to Tobin Heath), the troubles afflicting Birmingham, and which countries we want England to get in the Women’s World Cup draw. Our preferences owed more to said countries' bars and attractions than footballing concerns, revealing our overwhelming sentiment - a wish for September to come soon and us to be back attending matches in person and physically meeting the rest of the group again.
Mum, Dad and I all chose two horses each for the Grand National and staked some loose change. I went for Bristol de Mai as it was a fancied contender, and Shattered Love because that's the story of my life. Dad chose Burrows Saint "as we've got badgers burrowing in the gardens [of the residential complex we work at] and we need a saint to deal with them!" Both mine came nowhere, Mum's choices both pulled up, and Dad's came 3rd and 4th so he scooped the pot.
Rachel invited me to Zoom with her as we watched France v England. France were fielding a virtual B team but they still outclassed a lacklustre Lionesses team clearly missing Houghton and Bronze. Matt came into our chat just after the match, we picked the bones of the game for a while then ended up carrying on well into the night talking about the goings-on at Arsenal, the decline in Manchester United's form (the others put that down to the injury to Tobin Heath), the troubles afflicting Birmingham, and which countries we want England to get in the Women’s World Cup draw. Our preferences owed more to said countries' bars and attractions than footballing concerns, revealing our overwhelming sentiment - a wish for September to come soon and us to be back attending matches in person and physically meeting the rest of the group again.
Mum, Dad and I all chose two horses each for the Grand National and staked some loose change. I went for Bristol de Mai as it was a fancied contender, and Shattered Love because that's the story of my life. Dad chose Burrows Saint "as we've got badgers burrowing in the gardens [of the residential complex we work at] and we need a saint to deal with them!" Both mine came nowhere, Mum's choices both pulled up, and Dad's came 3rd and 4th so he scooped the pot.
