O.K. We lost, good game.
Its 7.40 AM here in NZ Monday morning as the nation hits the sack.
If you show up at work this morning you are not a patriot....
I don't start my shift until 2pm. When I arrived at work today I saw a swarthy looking guy from the previous shift about to clock out. He was talking about the game with Geoff from our shift. I noticed his accent. I said: "Where are you from? Australia or New Zealand?"
He said: "I'm a New Zealander."
And I said, jokingly: "Oh dear."
My Congolese pal Robert said to him: "I'm sorry." Robert has started to get into cricket, inspired by England finally winning the World Cup after losing in three previous finals.
Just for the record, this 51 overs each way match started at 10:45am in the UK and finished around 7:30pm - and what a torturous gut-wrencher it was for hours. England looked to be out of it several times, but they just refused to die and won in the most extraordinary and bizarre and dramatic circumstances.
But it was the tournament's best team that won: the most wins, the most fours, the most sixes, the biggest score (397-6 against Afghanistan).