Poor old Holland .
I so wanted them to win .I’d checked with Jacob – he was wearing his lucky orange pants .He was in a bar .He was watching .And then it all went tits up .
I am not going to pretend I know anything about football ,but ever since this World Cup began ,one thing has been on my mind – this time 8 years ago.
Rosie was in Cescenatico,Italy ,with Laura ( and Issy P and Danielle? ) .We spoke after the semi-finals , she said the atmosphere was electric ..and then Italy won and it was party central .Everyone was up all night ,there was dancing in the streets .She came home glowing .She was so happy . Upstairs is that little diary they kept – I cannot bring myself to read it , Rosie’s writing is still harder to face than photos .Not even the experts tell you that .