In Salonika people were still in the streets at 5 in the morning - my sister phoned me to describe the celebrations. In an instant, from deathly quiet (everyone was indoors watching and biting nails), the whole city erupted - people in pyjamas and slippers who never watch footie were screaming, grannies dancing in the street, an almighty traffic jam to the White Tower (did I mention that we do the BEST traffic jams ever?), horns blaring, pickpockets having a field day - aahh, and how I wish I was there!

Now, anything can happen in the final. We did beat Portugal in the opening game of the championships of course, but I think we caught them napping - they will be fully alert now, and playing in front of a home crowd. The sensible money goes for Portugal to win.

But hey, we are Greeks - we take pride in not being sensible. So we dream on and hope.