What a weekend of sport it should have been. The nature of Roman tourists certainly changes with the rugby season. Lots of square-jawed, burly men wandering about the city streets searching in vain for some cheap beer hole to pass the hours before and after the match. Poor devils, staring glumly into their 8 euro pints in some quaint backstreet Roman bar. Suffice to say, I had a ticket to the Wales V Italy match on Saturday, but the torrential, driving rain put me off and like a true Roman lass I opted out of two hours in the scary rain and went for a lovely lunch instead. Sorry to Bethan, my Welsh grandma and all Yorkshire people for being such a wimp.
Today I thought I’d try again, given that it was such a big day for football in Bradford with City at Wembley in the League Cup Final. However, trying to find a pub that was showing the glamour tie that was Bradford v Swansea was a challenge (the 6 Nations rugby seems to be dominating the Irish pub/sports watching Roman crowd). With no-one willing to help me cheer on the mighty Bantams, I decided to watch it online. Trouble was, my internet needed recharging … Online updates on my mobile was the best I managed. Pathetic.
Despite the result, it was a great run to even make the final. Well done Bradford, we’re proud of you!