Yesterday, France played against New Zealand in the Rugby World Cup. In school on Friday, I took a poll of the class to see how many people thought France would win. About two people raised their hand. Everyone else said France didn't have a chance, that they suck, that they shouldn't even try, that it would be an embarassment, that they weren't even going to bother watching because New Zealand, a very strong team, would obviously win.
Well whatdja know...France won! Of course, everyone at the bar I was at went ballistic, jumping on the tables and chanting the electric guitar tune of "Seven Nation Army" from the White Stripes (Why? I have no idea. It's like their fight song or something). Bunch of bandwagon fans. Nobody had faith and France ended up winning after all.
It was a fun experience being in France for any sort of a world cup just to see how the French celebrate. They don't celebrate to the rate that us Gators did when we won all the championships (the first, second and third time). An hour after the game, everything had settled and Valence felt like a ghost town. If it was us Gators, we'd be out there till the cops came out to shoo us off the streets. I guess the French are more discreet in that aspect.
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