While we were on holiday in France, my GDs decided they'd support the French team.
Everyone we met encouraged the children to try out their rudimentary language skills. As l tottered around on a stick, (post-op) I was treated with kindness and consideration at all times.
Child-like, the children decided they liked French people and were happy when we heard, as we negotiated CDG airport on the way home, that 'their' team had won.
Aaaah the innocence of childhood!