Sunday Morning Coming Down

(This is going to be quickly written and may not make sense)
It helps to know the song "Sunday Morning Coming Down"...
Last Sunday the All Black were playing France in the quarter finals. It was on at 8a.m. NZ time. I went to a pub in the city center called The Holy Grail, where it was packed...later to find out half of them were French fans. I ordered eggs and bacon, expensive but not bad. Yes, there were people drinking, and I thought of the song later that day and realized that I missed a prime opportunity to have a beer for breakfast and one more for dessert. It would have been even more appropriate because the All Blacks actually lost to France by two points! It made me sick and I'm not even from this country. It's as if the Razorbacks played rugby. You want them to win so bad and they have so much potential, but they lose, and it just kills you. (Except that the All Blacks really are the best team out there...really. Unlike the Razorbacks, who really aren't that great, you just really want them to win.) On the other hand, regarding the drinking at 8 a.m., I had to go to work at 10 a.m., so maybe it was best that I didn't have a few beers.
Now I know how Brazil felt in the 2002 Soccer World Cup...France, who'd a thought?