Basel, 7:02 p.m.
Well, there's my Saturday afternoon taken care of. We're not exactly sure what the media schedule will be on the eve of the Euro final, but Brunt points out to me that one can't-miss press opportunity has already been scheduled in: a sitdown with Enrique Iglesias.
What?! THE Enrique Iglesias? The gifted performer who took mere song and the banality of filmmaking and melded them into something as inexplicably beautiful as this:
I'll take a pass, thanks.
Our last night at Basel's St. Jakob-Park. I can't say as I'll miss it considering it's so hot in the press centre here that I'm in danger of shorting out my keyboard with torrents of sweat. Like me, the assembled press look like Turkey manager Fatih Terim on matchday.
As much as I want to believe in Turkey's ability to overcome adversity through national and team feeling, I can't help but feel this game will end 42-0 for the Germans. Or maybe just slightly less.
We were worried about the recently replaced pitch a few days ago. Now the heat is beginning to become a concern. Predictions of 34 C in Vienna on Sunday for the final. But don't worry. My hotel has air conditioning. If you need to reach me, I'll be directly under it.
C.K.
Comments