At 1:30 this morning I was giving up on my plan to stay awake and decided to go to sleep. Light out, but tv still on. NZ versus Italy?
Minutes into the game I was out of bed and excited.
Now that the game is over, my heart is racing and I can’t sleep.
Realistically, it was only a draw. A draw is not a win.
But New Zealand drawing with the defending champions? Magic.
I’m cooking toast.
Sometimes a draw is worth celebrating.