I'm halfway toward this. I'll watch the game for sure, but there are things I feel I must do to give us a chance of winning which is total irrational bollicks. But then my brain convinces me of the quantum theory of infinite possibilities, including the worst one (you don't want to know). And if I don't wear my Love Follow Conquer Rome tee tonight and buy 2 crunchies on the way to my Swiss mates house (he's not called Toni regrettably), that it's THAT possibility of all gazillions that will happen in my universe. I never feel like this before say, Watford away. I'm a fanny, yes. No need to tell me. You lads in Basle - Have a great f***ing time.