World Cup Final

Waking up in our spring ridden bed this morning I started to try and work out what day it was and what time the final was on. Realising it was finally at a decent hour (9am) and I was going to watch my 1st world cup game, it only occurred to me that being in French Polynesia, I was possibly in the coolest country to be watching a Italy v France final.
We found the fuzziest TV and sat down to watch with a few other Tahitians and French. We soon realised that all is not as it should be in the Tahitian camp. They all HATE the french and are supporting Italy!
I thought it was a cracking game with possibly the funniest ending imagined. Zidane did the most hilarious thing imaginable. I hope the pubs in England burst into such laughter as I did. Sam, I and the other English guys giggled uncontrollably for the rest of the game, much to the Tahitians amusement and the Frenchs hatred :) What the hell was he playing at, head butting him in the chest. Comic genious!
Possibly the only thing that can beat Zidane for entertainment is being sat at a bar watching hundreds of Tahitians drive round in trucks, and cars waving Italian flags, beeping horns, and cheering.
Classic start to what I reckon is going to be a wicked next 10 days!