Just back from watching France beat Belgium — fantastically exciting — it’s astonishing how hair-raising a 1-0 game turns out to be. I had no idea.
Crowds are massed on the Champs-Elysées and cars are streaming down Avenue Maine, where we are, honking their horns and flying the Tricolore — yet, strangely, no one is turning parked vehicles over, stripping down to their underwear, or setting anything on fire.
If this were England, things would be different.
If this were Philadelphia, things would be completely different.
C. and Ed are watching the post-game coverage ….
C.: “They’re climbing light poles! I’m so proud of them!”
He came home with a big gash on his leg, which he says was worth it.
(Wifi and privacy restrictions are funky here, so we’ll see if the videos load. Preview isn’t working at the moment.)