Qui ne saute pas ...

A wonderful night in Hannover with France beating Spain 3-1 with the last goal from the god Zizou. The french crowd went crazy, including me (as you can see, I have been influenced by the Argentine fans).
It was also a day of encounters, first with Asterix and Obelix (he had to leave his menhir at the security gate). Right after the game, I met my messiah from Japan: i had an England-Portugal ticket which I gave him in exchange for France-Brasil. And later that night, I bumped into Frank Ribery's cousin wearing the same shirt his cousin scored with. The train ride back home at 3am was very patriotic. Allez les Bleus. Bring on Brasil...