What a spectacular day. I decided to submit a short piece on Joe Allen's switch to Liverpool, did a bit of shopping with the boys before zipping off to Wembley.
Hundreds of fans swarmed around everywhere enquiring for ticket information. Wembley Way was an ocean of green and gold with Sombreros bobbing like fine-looking wooden fishing boats. A lady held aloft a message - "tickets for a kiss" it read.
Our manager announced that she had contacted the HQ and they agreed with her, in that we would be useless at Wembley tomorrow and better serve a purpose going with her to Heathrow Terminals 2 and 3. Unsurprisingly, everyone declined to join her there, instead choosing to support fellow Ambassadors at Hyde Park or Stratford.
Mexico had scored after 30 seconds and went on to win 2-1. Amazingly enough, many fans started leaving at least thirty minutes before the end of the game. John popped along to tell us excitedly about how he got in to watch the game after helping a wheelchair user. Well done that man.There was fine mingling among all the groups. The Mexicans were in full voice and bought Wembley down with their fanfare.
A young fan incensed at Brazil losing threw his used ticket on the floor and stamped heavily on it in frustration. I thus picked up a token of the day. I was also able to sport a number of Sombreros and model many flags.
Our team were pulled in to join La Bamba, outside the ground and on the train journey home.
“Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan
Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba”
We didn't go back to say goodbye to our manager and all left on trains with the singing Mexicans. There will be no sleeping in some parts of London tonight.
I made it home in time to break fast and I'm going to dream a new adventure tonight.
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