Forca Portugal

The horns have almost stopped. The town is almost quiet. There is only the occasional "Portugal ole". But for an hour or so after the game it certainly wasn't the case. Why? Because Portugal are through to the quarter finals. The roar in the pub when the goal went in and when the final whistle went was as loud as any I have heard in any sports stadium or bar across the world. In celebration everyone seemed to be driving laps of the town, horns honking, hazard lights on, as many flags/scarves/people hanging out of the window as you can, all yelling the fact that Portugal are winners. A truck is really better, you can fit all your family/friends on the back to chant. Something tells me some of the people shouldn't have been driving either given the way some of the cars were weaving. If you're not driving you're watching the parade, waving your scarf/flags at the cars, even playing your trumpet or drums if they come to hand. Not quite dancing in the streets but close. And magical. The good side of the passion and pride that football can bring.