Day 80 - Only one thought in the mind this morning...England v Italy!
a local bus pulled up right by the Thumb, we jumped aboard...why risk missing the mAtch for the sake of 40km. Quickly booked into a Motel with a cracking view of a car park, hit the streets lookin for somewhere to watch the match...mad panic shortly followed.5 minutes to kick off on a lazy Mexican Saturday during Siesta ain't ideal...tumble weed was literally blowing across the street, today of all days Los Mochis was a Ghost town.
In this part of Mexico an English word is seldom heard let alone spoken. The head in despair poked itself into a Mexican/Japanese takeaway...at first glance El dudos looked at me me from behind the counter and astonished me with his first words...
"England v Italy ey Amigo"
The head nodded in shock
"Ey Carlos...go get the TV"
The timing was Perfecto! EL Dudos whipped the TV right in front of me and quickly tuned the thing in just as Gerrard was leading the boys out..
The boys did good, the effort was there...we must win the next one.
Spent the evening catching up on clerical work...caught a beautiful sunset dropping over the far wall of the car park.