Thanks to Jo’s work (again) we got two tickets to see Sweden play a friendly against Chile. A great atmosphere and 34,000 attendees did little to sway the quality of football; a 1-1 draw was all that could come out of 90 minutes of relatively mediocre play, the usual yawn-inspiring faking from the Latinos, and weak-beer drinking (from Jo’s and my side). It’s a pity the match did not offer the same amount of excitement that the post-match traveling home did:

Hoorah! We got given two loaves of bread outside the stadium.

Boo! Not enough money to buy tickets for the Underground. Had to go to a shop first to purchase said tickets.

Boo! 12 minutes until the next train. Why don’t they run more frequently on match days?

Hoorah! The train comes early, and we get seats.

Boo! Still have to wait 9 minutes until departure.

We make a substitution, changing trains.

Hoorah! Opened a loaf and took a slice. Not bad at all.

Hoorah! Got home to find that Maria (Jo’s work-friend and babysitter for the evening) had just got Freya to sleep. At 11 o’clock.

It was nice to see that Freya had no problem with us leaving (considering she has just started showing the first signs of temper-tantrums). Luckily, Maria had the energy to keep up with Freya’s antics for the whole evening, and seemed almost as delighted as we are to recount the evenings proceedings.