It's a little less shit to be English... until the camera pans over the crowds, from the teary-eyed but pretty Swiss, to the fat sunburnt 47 year old gammons hurling lager over each other.
Went to the pub.
Didn’t drink when that was the decision I really wanted to make.
Loads of mates gradually drifted in I haven’t seen for ages.
Watched England not be shit.
Watched England win at penalties.
Walked back through Portsmouth Pride and The Cheeky Girls were singing The Cheeky Song live on stage.