Our house is England v. Italy every day. I like tea, he likes coffee. I like mash, he likes pasta. I’m a good driver *honestly*. He’s a crazy Italian driver. The list of our differences is endless. The biggest difference, obviously, is the allegiance to one’s country.
As we led up to the England v. Italy match this week, so many people have asked me “so, who will you be supporting on Sunday?”. This comment, every time, was met with a squinty eyed, creased forehead scowl. Which country will I be supporting? Are you serious? I’m “married” to an Italian. I’m not Italian. I’m ENGLISH. So, I reckon I’ll be supporting ENGLAND. More to the point, not only I am English, I am Liverpudlian! Football is in my soul. I was brought up to live, eat and breathe You’ll Never Walk Alone until I was eighteen years old. Yes, that does make me “a red”, not “a blue” and in that also, my allegiance is never-failing.
Tonight, as my second home plays my real home, there is no question in my mind where my loyalty lies – and on this occasion only, my loyalty is not with my husband! Forget matrimony – tonight, I’m Steven Gerard, I’m married to my team!
As much as I love Italy; the food, the beaches, the fashion, I’m afraid to say that their national team is absolutely unfortunate looking, facially. I mean, I might have been drip fed LFC as a child but I am female after all and if I’m honest, I know more about mens legs than I do about the off-side rule. The Italian team is so unfortunate looking. Therefore, they lose on two counts: England are going to win, fact. England are better looking, fact. Controversial but true.
So, as Bambina lays asleep in her cot after me having eased her out of a 38 temperature, the Italian has sworn his allegiance to his country by going to a friend’s house to wave his hands repeatedly and shout obscenities at my men at every given chance. I’m glad he’s out.
Oops, half time. Must go make myself a nice cup of Early Grey. Long live the Queen. It’s good to be British.
C’mon England!!!
X-O-X
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Tea&Biscotti 
Charlotte
June 24, 2012 at 10:26 pm
I bet your house is not a fun place to be at the moment. Hope he’s not rubbing it in too much!
Jean
June 25, 2012 at 1:35 am
From one Liverpudlian to another, (although I’m BLUE), I find myself in the same position albeit with a different country, Australia. I am English and after 30 years of living in Australia I am English to the core, if Australia are playing another country I am a loud and proud Australia supporter. If England and Australia are playing then it is a different story, England all the way. You will probably need something a little stronger tha Earl Grey after the penalty shoot out, it’s breakfast here so I’ll have to have a double coffee shot xxx
Tea&Biscotti
June 25, 2012 at 7:25 am
The penalties were intense!! BUT I think that Italy deserved the win to be honest, they played better and we always always fail at penalties. Disappointing nonetheless. Now I’ll have no end of abuse from my in-laws 🙂
How uncanny that you’re Scouse too! Do you still have your accent?
Jean
June 28, 2012 at 8:45 am
Hiya kid…that’s about the extent of my spouse accent…but I can do a great accent and my girls love it ..theyalways say they wish the spoke like my mum and dad.
Tea&Biscotti
June 28, 2012 at 4:40 pm
Haha.. I still have my accent although I like to think I’m “posh” given I haven’t lived in Liverpool for 18 years. One phone call to my mum though and it all comes back 🙂