With this stupid leap, Fernando Torres had subjected Germany finally, deservedly, to defeat.
And I celebrated the final with a final of my own - my very last KFC (for a month, anyway).
This wasn't the actual photo.
I had a 3 piece meal at the Marble Arch KFC. I made friends with Prince, the guy who kept the door locked to anyone trying to enter as it was closing time, and another fella whose name escaped me but whom I convinced to try and get himself a free chicken as Prince told us that apparently they throw away everything that they don't sell each night (but only after they count them up in case the staff deliberately make too many!).
The fella got his free chicken - I should have done the same really, it being my last meal. Instead, I licked my fingers good and forlornly allowed Prince to unlock the door to let me out.
So long, colonel. Vegetarianism begins.
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