Poor-tugal

(We excused the por spelling on their crockery)

Oh dear,

bang go my hopes in the prediction leagues. My Poor-tuguese lions are out.

Yesterday we went to Cafe Poor-tugal, service was poor and the food was authentically Poor-tuguese (including the defrosted birds-eye vegetable "stew").

The inevitable and dreary German juggernaut draws nearer it's destination and only the courageous Dutch or the resolute Italians can seemingly stop them.

Tonight we'll be going to the Istanbul Meze Bar to watch the mighty Turks.

I'll end with a word of advice to the Poor-tuguese - don't try and play pretty football when you're one down to Germany and about to go out of the tournament, hoof it in the box.