Friday, July 2

Pavane in an orange room

98 was the first World Cup I watched with Anne.

BBC opened their transmissions with Pavane by Fauré - which sucks because I always wanted that played at my funeral.

This was the tournament that Beckham managed to get himself sent off against Argentina. We lost to them. On penalties. People burned effigies of Beckham. So only a mild response then?

Ronaldo had a fit, and France won the final. And I watched the final with Anne and my parents in our orange living room in Crouch End

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