Apologies for the lack of updates - due to a lot of travelling and prepping that hasn't left an awful lot of time for blogging! So let's catch up...

Well, I spoke too soon about the whole “rarely stayed in a hotel booked for us that felt dodgy” thing in an earlier blog on here.

Having let the train take the strain from Berlin to Dortmund on Saturday morning and then negotiated a very lively station concourse filled with excitable Portuguese and Turkish fans heading for Signal Iduna Park, Team Red found its collective way to our next accommodation.

Our Berlin hotel was rather swish. I guess any hotel that puts its indoor pool on the highest floor yet not on the roof is something of an indication of poshness.

There are always a few downsides to being away from home for an extended period. Mostly missing your partner in my case. But even though my social media is full of election posts and threads, I’m kind of glad that I’m not being bombarded with it like I would be back in Blighty. I should be back in time to vote though. That will be enough involvement for me.

Stuttgart - or at least the part of the city that we are staying in - is charming. Our hotel is on the fringe of a little community suburb with nice houses and a very relaxed vibe indeed.

The hotel itself is lovely too. As you’ll no doubt have experienced at one time or another, booking a hotel is something of a lottery as you never quite know what to expect when you arrive, check in and then open the door to your room to see what you are presented with.

Today was mostly a travel day for Team Red. After the usual ‘don’t leave your seat when on your own at the breakfast buffet as everything you’ve left gets cleared away before you come back’ dance, the three of us checked out to catch a flight due south from Hamburg to Stuttgart where we will commentate at Germany v Hungary on Wednesday.

And so to day 3 and my first game of the tournament. You spend the night before flapping that you haven’t prepped enough, that you don’t have the pronunciations right for half the players, you think you’re going to lose your train of thought completely multiple times during the game etc etc etc. The excitement of doing the job is almost matched by some odd belief that you can’t do that job no matter how experienced you are in tournament football.

Eggs and bacon for breakfast in the hotel Saturday morning. I may have to apologise in advance to m’colleagues for any subsequent after effects.

Back in 2006 when I did several “off-tube” commentaries for talkSPORT during the German World Cup, little did I think that I’d be flying out to that same country 18 years later to participate in my 6th sojourn abroad at a major football championship. South Africa, Brazil, France, Russia & Qatar have been blogged about here before, so why not go for it again and give you a flavour of Deutschland!

My 20th season for talkSPORT is coming to a conclusion, save for a Euro Conference League final to commentate on - not to mention the Euros that start in mid-June over in Germany, then the World Matchplay Darts kicks in come July and THEN the Olympics looms large as July becomes August. This will be one of those summers where it’ll be hard to tell when one ‘season’ ends and another one begins!