A few weeks ago I pretended to my long-suffering girlfriend, AZ, that I didn't already know the score in the USA-Czech Republic World Cup game, which I did. I accidentally saw the half-time score on one of those internet pop-ups. When we watched the recorded game later, I pretended to get all excited and disgusted at the right moments. AZ didn't tell me she knew the score too. We were both playing the same daft game. Apparently she was driving and "saw the score on a TV bar screen." A likely story. Ah, the beautiful game.
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