Last night I was on Moscow Road to support the Greeks.
Initially, I went to Halepi, suggested by Time Out, but there was no TV. I asked the man in the next door restaurant (Zorba's), and ended up at Cafe Byzantium which had a TV complete with Greek commentary.
I expected the Greeks to be wild, passionate fans, so was surprised to find them all sitting around, drinking coffee and chatting.
Come half-time, and down 1-0, the Greeks piled outside, had a fag or five, coming back much more animated for the second half, jumping up and getting into a right flap when their off-side goal was disallowed.
- Whenever Greece took a corner or free kick, they stuck their arms out straight ahead of them and wiggled their fingers.
- Greece's number 10 had the look of Apprentice Lee McQueen. I wonder what "that's what I'm talking about" is in Greek?
- The crowd were very excited to see Greek number 8, Stylianos Giannakopoulos - aka Stelios.
- They were laughing and loving the playful homoeroticism of a rough 'n' tumble tackle.