Nyasha, now it's you and me, baby...

First, we had to deal with our Latin brothers' (Portugal) victory over England and now France's victory over Brazil just took the biscuit. I'm not crazy about football, but it's hard not to get excited about it today. France beat the world champion and are now meeting Portugal in semi-final. Oooh, it's going to be good, really good!
I've just been down to Bastille square and the whole of Paris is partying, screaming, escalading the Bastille Monument, waving flags, North African, Western African and pale French are hugging, old grannies are waving their walking-sticks and on my way back home I even saw Jews and Arabs hugging and jumping together outside a synagogue! As I'm writing this, I can still hear people shouting.
All of this is puzzling, I don't know if I dare to be happy about it but in this country where the economy is crap, where people have recently been very depressed and demotivated, where racism has never been higher, I guess there's a little hope and it doesn't require much (a bunch of men with a blue T-shirts and a ball) to be happy to live together again.
So Nyasha, it's France against Portugal now! It's you and me, baby! See you on Wednesday for the big game et que le meilleur gagne...

And that's how excited I was this afternoon before the game!