OK, just gotten home from 2 of the most insane days of all time.
Went down to a mates farm (about an hour from Melbourne on the day of the final). I dropped my stuff off, we went out to the town for some dinner, then hung round til 2:30am. Then we drove back to Melbourne to the heart of the city to watch the final with about 15,000 other people. I have NEVER seen so many FUCKING FLARES in my life. I was literally choking on the amount of smoke that was in the air. Overall there were about 2000 flares, when Charisteas headed in the goal about 500 went off at once, it was FUCKING INCREDIBLE.
Melbourne is buzzing at the moment, it's just the greatest thing that Hellas are champions. I never thought they'd be able to do it, having said that I did believe they had the capacity to win games, but not get into the fricken final then win it! They didn't play the best style, they didn't have the best players but they worked as a team and grinded out the 1-0 wins while frustrating the shit out of the opposition. To beat Portugal twice in one tournament in Portugal just tops it off. It was just mad stuff.
BRB, my scarf is still (2 days later) covered in orange stains, plus my brother taped the celebrations for me so I'm going to watch them. OLE OLE OLE OLE HELLAS HELLAS
Oh yeah, where the fuck were the Portugese fans at the ground? You couldn't hear them at all.
