The opening game and one of the joint host countries are looking at an early exit after an unlucky defeat in a half decent game but which emphasised bot nations are simply making up the numbers in this tournament.
Being in deepest Devon, I was exploring g Plymouth Hoe as the opening ceremony took place which seems to have been universally agreed as dreadful but how can any ever match Diana Ross’ penalty miss at World Cup USA’94.
I managed to miss most of the first half too but that didn’t matter much either as The Swiss were spirited but clueless although I did like their shirt numbers which were set in Lego brick font although Petr Cech the Czech was giving them a helping hand by being Enckleman-like and panic punching weakly at anything in his direction while John Motson did his best to ruin things with constant reminders that Ingerlund weren‘t there … one of the very reasons I could enjoy it!
The Czechs qualified from Wales’ group were exactly as I remembered them - limited with a simple plan of hitting balls in the general direction of 6’7” statue ands Uncle Fester lookielikie Jan Koller. The half ended with some drama as Swiss Captain and talisman Frei (pronounced Fry) got an injury to finish his tournament and (not spelt Crei)!
It was robbery but you always felt the Czechs would score if they somehow managed one shot while the Swiss wouldn’t if they pressured all day and Sverk nicked it with little over 10 minutes to go while the Swiss were denied a penalty, hit the bar when it was easier to hit the target The Swiss went home quietly, just as they were through the contest.
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