Another Loss, Another Heartbreak

Before I met Sir Steven, I don't think I had ever watched a complete soccer game.  And, I know I never cared if England won or lost.


Well, being in love with and married to an Englishman changed all that.  I now know as much about soccer as I do about football and baseball.  My weekends are taken up with watching the English Premier League Football matches.  I pull for Manchester United as strongly as I ever did any team my dad and brother coached for.  And, when it comes to international competition, I pull for England.  Yeah, call me a traitor.

In the years I've been with Sir, there have been three World Cup Tournaments and four European Cup Championships. 

Each time there's a tournament, we get together with the other English folks we know.  Sometimes, this is the only time we'll see each other; every two years.  We've added new people to the mix, but the core folks are always there.  We always enjoy the games, but they all seem to end the same.  England loses in some kind of heartbreaking fashion. 

Today's game was no exception.  We all grouped together to watch this group of men play a game with a little white ball.  They kicked and ran and kicked and ran.  They did this for 90 minutes with no score for either team. 

They played thirty extra minutes and still no score.

They went to penalty kicks.  And lost. 

Again.

And, now it's another two years until World Cup, until we meet again.   It will take that long to heal the broken hearts.  

(Pictures by Sir.  Heartache by Johnny)