If it helps, partido is what they call a match... a football match (the other kind is a fosforo).

So I was thinking, maybe Alan Hansen could get away with the mate thing, like this chappie on the left. Mind you, the other folks in the studio were, by turns, jealous and mocking of him.

Now, Germany have just won, the weather here is grey and damp (damp? it's been raining torrentially for six hours and in the last few minutes it's turned into a steady English drizzle, feels just like a May bank holiday to me), Argentina are on in a while and we're drinking mate and planning lessons for next week (at least Liz is, I'm busy writing this and finding other techno-excuses to avoid work).    ¶ 5:18 PM