No one has failed to notice the World Cup in football is on at the moment. I had promised not to write anything about it - there are enough football blogs anyway - but I have been swayed by what happened last night when Spain took on Portugal in the knock out stages.
This is not about the game. This is about my wife. And the teams.
Following the national anthems when the camera shows the close-ups of players singing along - or not as may be the case, Mrs Puckin' Hell, being forced to watch the games unless I disappear down the pub and free up the TV for her, sat up and said 'Spain and Portugal in football seems to be a bit like Sweden and Finland in ice hockey, with Portugal being like Finland' I was well impressed by her sudden knowledge of the sport. 'Not a bad comparison. They are neighbours and the rivalry is massive between the two countries. And as Finland, Portugal is usually at the wrong end of the scoreline.' I addeed. 'Aha...' she said 'I just meant that the Spaniards are quite good looking, whereas the Portuguese are a right ugly bunch.'.
There you go.
She's Finnish by the way...
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