It is hard to adequately describe

the subversive joy of listening in the tram to Wales beat France in a hard-fought match. Très bien, les bleus !

I tried not to shout or anything. It would have been OK to shout "Yes !" because the French do that anyway.

But people probably wondered what I was listening to as I grinned and gasped and jumped up and down. Maybe they thought I had some strange bipolar disorder.

The tram was quite full at Hotel de Ville but it quickly emptied.

Voilà ! Le grand chelem. Chapeau, bechgyn. Vraiment chouette !

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