After a brief disappearing act (no, I wasn’t hiding in a stadium), I’m back in the blogging game. The weekend post-return was smoother than a Mbappe run, but by Tuesday, I was tackled by a cold and jet lag double-team. My plans? Subbed off faster than a struggling striker.
But there was a silver lining: Euro 2024 in Germany! From my Swiss window seat, I could follow the tournament and was treated to some spectacular matches. The atmosphere seeping through social media was almost as thrilling as being in the stadium itself.
The Swiss game against the Scots did go like I hoped for. Xherdan Shaqiri, that old wizard, scored another dream goal. It seems to have become his duty at major tournaments - as if he wakes up thinking, “Time to score a world-class goal today, then breakfast.” In the end, a draw - as balanced as a perfectly poured pint.
Now, all eyes on Germany. They’re steamrolling through the tournament like a bratwurst through a beer tent. Them and Spain are playing like they’ve got cheat codes. But hey, 90 minutes is longer than my attention span, so anything could happen.
Next week, it’s back to the work trenches. The office calls like an over-enthusiastic whistle-happy ref. But until then, I’m riding this Euro 2024 rollercoaster from my sofa command center.
