I am not a football lover, so the shorter the game, the better for me. Why a practically dead French team got granted a sudden revival I won't understand. Hubby was already on the way to his mobile, to order pizza for the three of us, when this darn Mbappe got his goals. Please note that I don't give a damn who wins this final. But I am definitely hungry, plus I am tired and want to go to bed early. And I hate our commentator. I already have a headache because of him talking permanently. Newest development- hubby has ordered the pizza, daughter and I are off to pick it up. At least I won't have to watch the rest of the game!
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