People high-fived me as I walked down the street.
Everybody was talking about it. Green-and-yellow flags waved out of car windows. Occasionally, crowds would spontaneously whistle and passing cars would honk their horns.
And finally, as I neared home, a small flat-bed truck drove past carrying several people. They shouted and their contagious chant leapt to the pedestrians around me. Amid honks and hollers, the message was clear: Olé, olé olé olé, olé, olé.
Montreal, I wish you the same glory this week.