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I'm back to talk travel...you know why?

Soccer. I play it, I watch it, I like it. I'm not so hot at it, but I like it.

Thank you Miss Posh Spice for bringing over your husband and for giving it a diamond-studded stamp of approval. I jest. I don't care for diamonds, but I like the game.

It's Euro 2008 next week right? Keeping in theme with my preference for a lot of things European, I'm thinking that coinciding with the brotherhood tour (that is still in discussion), is this competition, and we wouldn't have to travel too far to get to either Switzerland or Austria and catch one of the games. I don't actually want to catch any old game - not so interested in Croatia etc., but as a faraway Manchester United fan, I really want to see Cristiano Ronaldo up close - he sure isn't going to come over and join Beckham in LA is he, unless it's to stir it up on the Sunset Strip. So, if I could get to see him playing for Portugal...that would be sweet. Very sweet.

For a few weeks in June, I can also catch Fernando Torres and Arsenal's Cesc Fabregas rocking out for Spain. I want to actually be in Spain for that one, and am not too fussed about catching a live match. I want to party in Seville or something, and watch it in some hot dingy Tapas bar, drinking beer and eating too much. Imagine, playing 'football' in the streets of Barcelona, sun on your back, shades on...

...I don't know, it'd just be a cool detour I guess. I'd like to be part of the whole experience, and even though my pals like baseball way more than soccer - none of us get that long hair on men thing - we'd get into the flavour of it all.

I'm already ahead of the game (pun intended), and have done further browsing for tickets and travel insurance, so I don't have to be reminded. AA Travel has been checked by yours truly and I've been looking at interailing routes that'll help us get from the sultry ladies in Rome to the soccer fields of Switzerland.

Watch this space.