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Here's where all the Zen training comes in handy
- I mistakenly assumed that the final would start at the same time as the earlier matches. Set the alarm for 12:25 AM and went to sleep, only to be woken up at 11:50 or so by shouts of joy from next door. Hurriedly jumped out of bed and switched on the TV, to find that the match had been in progress for 20 minutes, and that I had missed two goals.
- The power went off shortly. The inverter mercifully kicked in, and I was able to continue watching the match.
- Spent a miserable hour and a half, fearing the worst every time France looked like they would overrun Italy's defences.
- Bittersweet moment as Zidane gets red-carded. Good for Italy, but man, what a way for Zizou to bid adieu.
- Just as the penalties are about to get underway, the inverter's batteries finally run out of juice.
- I spend the next ten minutes or so in pitch darkness, listening to my neighbours' shouts of joy as they cheer the result of each penalty kick (did I mention that everybody in our street have electricity except me?).
- There is a final, humongous celebration all around as one team is finally left standing.
- There is a stoic smile on my face as I shake my head, switch off the dead TV and lights, and return to bed.
- Just before I fall asleep, it strikes me that, had I not had my laptop on for the duration of the match, the inverter's batteries might very well have lasted another 15 minutes, and that I could have seen Italy lift the Cup. Oh well.