What are the odds

Last Friday we sat chatting at our dinner table, enjoying the weekend kick-off (and white fish fillet, tomatoes, good olive oil, lemon and fresh herbes, oven baked at 200˚; pasta & pesto alla Genovese on the side. Do try this at home!)

And maybe it was the whine, and/or talking about home and missing our family and friends? Anyway, talking about a kick-off:

To pause from our trip down memory lane, we decided to see if there was a good movie on. Instead, we landed in a soccer game: INTER – FC TWENTE. Home match in Enschede! When the camera zoomed in on the familiar grass, it was almost too much. Sobbing and holding each other’s hand, we stared at the running and kicking ‘reddies’ on the other side of the globe. Sniveling and gulping more whine, we found ourselves moved to the bone. And not so much because of Wes scoring a point against our FC Twente (although… bastard!)

But what are the odds, switching on your Aussi tv and the next thing you see is a banner with the name of your tiny Twentse home village! Some folks say, coincidence doesn’t exist.