Abscissa – Autism and Techno Blog

Greetings again, time for what will be a sort of live blog of the big match. Why? Because for the only time this tournament I don’t have work the morning after an England game. I’ll be drinking tonight come what may.

Unlike the world cup last year my local is not standing room only tonight, seats available by the smaller tellys. Ok since I had begun to develop a full blown migraine when getting ready. Fingers crossed I’ll keep feeling sufficiently well enough. Rest my eyes periodically.

Well it’s half-time and still 0-0, nothing to separate the teams. How’s my head holding up? Barely. The headache is knocking on the door but the adrenaline is keeping me going.

Nervous, nervous. I was biting my nails before the match even began.

I had a significant sense of excitement in the planning of tonight. My own body seems determined to put a spanner in the works. My mind will prevail.

Oh my days, extra time. Do you know what sucks. England scored just as I was walking back from having taken a cigarette break and I just didnt have any sort of reaction apart from “I missed it”. Contrast to the unadulterated joy of beers flying in the air.

HT in extra time, fuck me. Both teams are playing so risk-averse. Faith in penalties? Or just too cowardly to take a chance. Both teams too knackered to do anything but play keeps with the ball.

It’s a good job I’m so much more emotionally stable.

It is penalties again, fucking Ingerland!

INGERLAND have won the shootout!!!! Fuck… my… days…!!!!

5 ourt of 5 scored. Bukayo Sako is the Redemption. I’ve got fucking tears in my eyes.

Bring it on Netherlands/Turkey!! Bring your fucking best.

Should I just call it a day? Ha ha no!

I’ll do my best to blog something meaningful but wow I’m buzzing.  Headache? Gone.

I should catch up at this stage. England’s 5th penalty? I thought it was their 4th and held off on the celebration. But they won and I was like “huh?” missed out on celebrating the final moment.

But onto the semi on wednesday and I’ll hopefully watch with those I haven’t spent enough time with recently.

Ingetland, Ingerland!!!

And yet, the feeling persists that England were doing the absolute minimum required. That is what we call efficiency.

But, oh my God, we must talk about Bukayo Saka. 3 years after the racist abuse following a missed penalty in the 2021 final, he scores the equaliser when it mattered and buried his spot kick in this shoot out. Redemption.

I’m inspired tonight, thank you Ingerland, for winning. Might just jump.on a train and go somewhere with a bit of nightlife.

Well actually, the adrenaline is starting to wear off and it would probably be a terrible idea to go off somewhere else, dunno. If I get some assurance that it will be fun, I’d be in 100%.

Oh man, I don’t know if my body will hold up.

A compromise solution. Not getting a train anywhere but I have walked to the Southwater centre. A night out in Albert’s Shed. I’m lolin because they asked me for ID. I’m 41.

More to Lol at but I’m happy to be among revellers again.

Man nearly spult my drink. He said sorry by giving me such a violent handshake that it spilt a good load of my drink. That is the the life. Chaos.  Illogical chaos.

It’s what ai want. That and some good music.  80s stuff right now. World In Motion. Seems appropriate tonight.

And now the live band are on. It’s so cold outside It’s July and it’s freezing. More alcohol needed.

By pure accident and coincidence I have come on the monthly night the house DJs that I have tried to attend the last few months are here tonight!

Everything is coming up fucking roses.

TBC