3-2
My mobile rang. It was 20 minutes into the first half and England were 2-0 down. My son was jumping around in his pajamas. My friend was analysing the game. I didn't recognise the number but I took it out of curiousity.
"You've got a car radio for sale", said the gruff bristolian voice.
"Yeah...uh... can I call you later..um...tomorrow..." I said not wanting to get into this during the game. Wasn't he watching. I nearly told him what I was doing.
"Don't bother," he said as he hung up.
I told my friend
"Phone him back" he said
"No... I don't want to", I said - still shocked.
England lost 3-2.