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Bullfight hit
n.

Action of running into the opponent's chest head first with an obvious intention to harm. Usually used in reaction to an insult made by a stupid Italian coward who cannot play football fair.
Please note that to have a better effect and prevent consequences, avoid being filmed by a dozen cameras/being watched by millions of people.

ps: note to the Maggy Peppins people : do feel free to train your bullfight hits on Bernie, but not all at the same time to prevent collateral damage.

When we arrived at our local pub last night for a bit of atmosphere and a pint of beer, we were surprised to see quite a few Spaniards, wearing red shirts, excited and full of confidence.
What is good about Spain is that their national anthem doesn't have any lyrics... so they couldn't sing it. But they had plenty of other songs and during the game, we had to sing the Marseillaise at least five times to keep them quiet. non mais!
Anyway, after spending the second half on tiptoe because of those blxxxdy Spanish giants, the game was finally over, the French population relieved and everyone apart from the guys in red jumping around in the bar. You could see their French girlfriends trying to smile without upseting them too much...
I guess my dear French friend Romy didn't get a cuddle or a kiss from upset Spanish boyfriend last night in Streatham, London... but I'm pretty sure she was still dead happy!

Why do I hate it so much? Yes, I admit it, I hate it when England wins at sport. It works for any sport. Athletics, rugby, tennis, football, even curling... Is it because of two whole years of intense competition, comparing France to England/Britain whenever there was a slight chance to tease Mike? How could I believe it to be some kind of patriotism when England is not competing against France? I really wanted Trinidad and Tobago to win though, even 0 -0 would have been good.
Fortunately, I was careful and prevoyant enough to call Britain at half time, for a bit of conversation with Tess, Shaz, Mike and Tim, and a little bit of teasing too, of course, because there was still time then, and you have to say the English football stars were not doing that well apart from Becks, of course. But I know what to expect in my email box tomorrow morning... oh yes! Little teasing emails from Maggy Peppins. But there is hope! Not in the French team, noooooo, I am not that blind. But I can still remember that day, back in 2002, as we were all gathered at Tim's place, early morning (thanks Korea!), a dozen English people and... me, confident and full of hope, to watch England play Brazil. I remember the bacon rolls and the excitement. I remember the delusion and despair, slowly taking place in everybody's spirits and the cruel final whistling when the disappointed English came back to earth and its sad truth. And I remember the song spontaneously coming to my head as we all realized it was the end of the World Cup for England: "ouaouh, I feel good, talala lala lala, I knew that I would..." If they had known then how happy I felt, they would have hanged me to Lock Chase tree!