Originally Posted by
Sir C
I always imagine that when matches finish late in Europe the debonair locals wander out of the stadium and sit for a while at a pavement café, enjoying a coffee and a cognac before returning to their stylish city centre apartments, all light wood flooring and minimalist furniture, where their wives, human rights lawyers all, cook dishes of pasta in carefully lit kitchens whilst drinking red wine out of huge goblets. Afterwards, they retire to bed and enjoy enthusiastic and athletic but respectful intercourse.
It's more glamourous up the foreigns.