this morning & still couldn't enjoy until the celebration at the end.
I was still shitting myself when their first when in, & feeling anxious as all fuck trying to will us to score when they'd equalised.
That's ridiculous, only the 05 cl final normally makes me do that (I'm still convinced dudek isn't gonna make *that* save, or that one of those many Carra sliding blocks is gonna fall short). I think I'm broken.
I was stuck in a small village on top of a hill in Piedmont - near Torino.
With 15 minutes to kick off the group where smashing magnums of Barolo in a little restaurant with no TV, let alone Sky Italia - and all Aussies with no interest in watching the game.
No internet on my phone either.
I was at the point of asking for the keys, going back to our van and going old school on the radio - surely BBC World Service would have it.
Then came the moment of glory. In a moment of desperation, the waiter gets asked where I can watch the game - he shakes his head, my heart sinks - "uno momento".
He disappears..... and returns shortly after waving at me to follow him - he takes me upstairs to the cafe and ushers me behind the counter..... where I find a laptop logged in to Sky Italia, streaming the game!!!!!
I stood there, behind the counter smashing beers & a bottle if Dolcetto- the waiter, a Juventes fan (respect) cheering on the mighty reds with me.
A few diners got a shock when I let off a few yelps of delight....
I'll never forget the experience.
Fecking yuppies. Piedmont indeed 😉