Since England went out, I have been standing beside my husband and supporting France. I wouldn't if England were playing against them - but ummm they're not - and it seems the right thing to do. The way I see it is if the French keep me up until 2am with their celebrations, I might as well join in. And I have experience in supporting a non-winning side to draw from should everything go wrong.
I've also come to understand why the first summer I met Frog he woke up one morning, beaming to tell me that he'd had the most wonderful dream. He had been playing football and he was Zinedine Zidane being cheered on by the stadium. That is every Frenchman's fantasy.
However, whilst les bleus have my support tomorrow there are some limits.
Frog (chanting): Qui ne saute pas n'est pas Français, -ais!
Qui ne saute pas n'est pas Français, -ais!
Do you understand what that means?
Oiseau: Do you see me getting out of my chair?
Frog: No, do you understand what that means?*
Oiseau raises eyebrows
Frog: Oh.
* Whoever isn't jumping, isn't French
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