In further news about men and their balls, the team from my spiritual home, Scotland, threw its leg over France to win 1-0 in its tap-dancing journey to attain the aesthetically challenged World Cup trophy.
Check out interviews with the man of the moment, Gary Caldwell, who is such a sweetie, and Scotland's manager, Walter Smith. I was really struck by both blokes' understated and self-effacing attitudes.
I also had to giggle when Smith referred to the win as 'lovely' and that they were all 'delighted'. Aww, bless!
Apparently, there was also a grand prix and some tennis tournament happening here in Japan, but this roving reporter has absolutely no interest in either, so get those updates elsewhere.
ER, UPDATE: Because I'm a dickhead, I mixed up the competitions. The match wasn't anything to do with the World Cup, but was for UEFA Euro 2008, the trophy for which is suitably trophy-like. Who the hell has ever heard of that, anyway? Hey, I never said I followed football, I was brought up on cricket.
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