Quick story of how wonderful Danes - and the Denmark story was - from Copenhagen (last night)... Decided to watch the game in Enghave Plads. I was the only England fan that I saw down there, surrounded by Danes. Kept incognito for a while but was outed by one of my 'mates'.
If you’re lucky enough to get a ticket for the final, please, please don’t boo the Italian anthem. A/ It’s an absolute belter and worth listening to. B/ It’s bloody rude, disrespectful and utterly classless.
For the record, my wife was admirably steely. I was furious, not terrified. And my son’s fear was real but thankfully brief. @eva_g ‘s account—and frankly remarkable graciousness—are here. https://t.co/uz4Y5zNbt2
"My English friends who aren't hooligans say it's just a few bad apples that ruin England fans' reputation, but that's not right. It was clear to me last night that being physically and verbally aggressive is an integrated, socially accepted norm for English fans."
Another gross story: a woman who wouldn't let a group of 6-7 fans tear her Danish flag away, so they pulled her hair. "You don't belong here."
https://t.co/kW4wCObRKr