40 minutes in and things are still kind of quiet – not only in my opinion, and not only is the score still 0-0, but the crowd has only made noise a few times and those were mostly for injuries, not scores or near-scores.
Meanwhile I went into the kitchen and carbonated some water (we got one of these things because Ted goes through a lot of sparkling water when he’s here) before realizing that was entirely the wrong beverage. Why should I be the only person in the city not drinking beer? Seriously – I was at the supermarket Friday night and they were loading up extra quantities of beer, knowing they’d be selling a lot more than usual this weekend! Lucky for me, I have much better beer on hand than the piss they’re selling at the beer tents – McChouffe Bruin. It’s Belbian, from the Brasserie d’Achouffe – I’m not sure if the Mc is suposed to imply it’s a Scottish style ale. If so, I think the farthest I’d go is to say it tastes more like Scottish ale than the average Belgian beer. But whatever it is, it’s good – plenty of chocolate malt in it.
No doubt there are finer points of the game I should be writing about, rather than what I’m drinking. Or going by crowd noise maybe not – oh, and just as I wrote that things got exciting, with some close-in volleying that nearly was a goal. Good stuff. (It turns out you don’t actually need to understand football to enjoy the exciting bits – or to know when they are.)