Alright already.  It's almost midnight as I start this post and I'm exhausted.  The disco last night, according to reports from those present, was a big ZERO on a scale of 1 - 10, with 10 being absolutely the best ever and 1 being the worst possible.  Oh well, it did give the parental units in charge a couple of hours of "kid less" time, so to speak. 

This morning after breakfast was a morning of last minute clothes washing and general hanging out.  This afternoon we went back to the fields for another scrimmage against the boys from Gibraltar.  We played a bit better today, with the match ending 5-2 in our favor.  After that, we watched the second half of overtime between a team from Manhattan, NY and a team from Liverpool playing in the U16 Finals.  The Liverpool team won in overtime 2-1.  The Liverpool team is the one that we traded in a 2 -0 lead for a 2 - 3 loss during bracket play.  We should have and could have been there.  Funny thing though, the boys didn't agree by playing up to their ability so... we weren't there.  After that, we all came back home and did more general hanging out.  There were three professional games on the big screen in the campus pub; soem went into town with three of the parental units to a smoke filled pub close to the dorms to watch the matches there.  Some walked to town for the sole purpose of appropriating odds and ends, etc. 

There was another Disco tonight, this one was on campus in the ground floor of the cafeteria building.  Incidentally, we eat on the first floor.  Over here, what you and I would refer to as a three-story building, actually has a ground floor, a first floor and a second floor.  Now isn't that a neat little tidbit of unimportant and useless information?

Some of the boys had a tearful goodbye tonight... the GU19 team from Norway, along with 5 sets of parental units, their coach and trainer, left on a comfort coach to take them to the airport in Glasgow (spelling?) Scotland.  They were going to catch a return flight home, a flight that lasts as much as 90 minutes.  Your sons, well, at least some of your sons, were so distraught with this punishingly long flight that they offered to go in their stead, but were immediately turned down.  Nice try, but no cigar, so to speak.  Email addresses were exchanged, as well as hugs and kisses.  Oh the wonder and excitement of youth.  As Roy and I have discussed daily throughout this trip "Youth is wasted on the young."  Can I hear an AMEN?

Tomorrow, we'll start on the next leg of our journey to Sheffield, where we'll stay at another university and play two games and see one.  Some of the boys are already packed and ready to go.  I'm not sure what the computer arrangements will be at the new location, so it may be a bit of time before I'm able to email those who've been writing, or to update the website.  Good night to all those back home.  We're missing you (I am, at least.)  I just may see my bed before midnight tonight, but probably not.  NOT!! Mr. Jordan just came in and we talked for 20 minutes.  Oh well, maybe tomorrow night.  Again, good night to you all.