The single night we resided in Nanjing happened to coincide with a very important Italy versus Ireland world cup qualifier in Bari. The time difference meant that kick-off was at about 2am - and the chances of finding a bar in Nanjing showing it were almost non-existent. So I would have to rely on the internet for coverage (and of course I was going to watch the game at that hour!)
With the hostel bar closed, I had to watch it in my bed, one of eight in our cozy dorm in which every bed was occupied that night. 1-0 down and with the Italians never looking like conceding a goal, out of nowhere Robbie Keane grabbed an unexpected equaliser. I had my earphones on, so I’m not sure exactly how loud my cheer was, but it took all my restraint to stop myself screaming my heart out. Luckily no-one woke up. Or maybe they did, and were too embarrassed to ask why the hell I was screaming with joy in my top-bunk bed at four o’clock in the morning.
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