I was hoping to avoid the cameras by hiding behind a tree/pillar/ANYTHING but sadly due to the filming area being a patch of grass with nowhere to hide, I had no choice but to.. be broadcast live across the Croatian nation.
Sorry folks. Nothing of me on English TV. 
Basically it was just a "So why are you supporting Croatia tonight?" thing. And Jenni answered that question, I just smiled and looked pretty for all the cute Croats who would be sat at home watching. um....
We watched the game at a pub in Chelsea-land that was bursting at the seams with red and white checkered people, yet somehow I managed to sit next to a girl! such a waste! although she was very nice (and extremely drunk) and kept getting me to shout this word that I have no idea what it meant extremely loudly. I ended the evening with a sore throat and humming one of the chants that sounded suspiciously like "DON'T GOOGLE" but I'll assume that wasn't what it meant.
I'll take a guess here that no one actually gives a shit about my awesome day with the Croatians. Sowwy England.
23/11/07 @ 01:13