Eurovision semi-final 2: Ireland's entry Emmy misses out on place in grand final
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Switzerland gears up to deliver an epic Eurovision Song Contest, after Nemo took home the trophy in 2024 with their song The CodeIreland's act Emmy took to the stage tonightStay up-to-date on all the live action, news and views from Basel here on our live blog:
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3 minutes ago
Emmy should be proud of her performance, but it was just pipped to the post by edgier offerings. We might have to go back to embracing our witchy ways and own the stage.
Congrats to those who did make it through to this year's final!
So, lads, that's it from us... until next year!
5 minutes ago
7 minutes ago
Who goes through out of those seven? The last country to compete on Saturday is... GREECE. Sorry, but it was never going to be us this year.
8 minutes ago
There is only one spot left and we have seven counties to go... The countries left are Australia, Montenegro, IRELAND, Greece, Georgia, Czechia, and Serbia
10 minutes ago
We have Malta, Montenegro, and Georgia again, and of course Malta goes through because that song was amazing.
Now... this is Ireland's last chance.
10 minutes ago
Only four spots left... And Marty is talking about his sticky trousers. We have Finland, Czechia, and Georgia next, and Finland gets through – got Erika and your cheese fondue!!
Next we have Latvia, Australia, and Greece... and Latvia goes through. The water Nymphs got through. Only two more places to go...
11 minutes ago
Austria's JJ and his amazing vocals got through.
We now have Ireland, Serbia, and Luxembourg – and Luxembourg go through... it's not looking good.
13 minutes ago
Denmark just got through ahead of Ireland, but all is not lost yet.
14 minutes ago
Again, this was meant to end around 10pm everyone... At least now, the votes are in, WE ARE GOOD TO GO.
16 minutes ago
Now to find out who are the 10 finalists of the second semi final..
16 minutes ago
All I can say is I'm glad the kids went to bed before Hazel came out with the fondue set and propositioned the Finnish entry, Erika, to fill her boots. Poor Marty didn't get it at all.
18 minutes ago
All that cheese is taunting the lactose intolerant community
18 minutes ago
They're now eating fondue in the green room.. as ya do..
19 minutes ago
HAZEL'S BACK IN THE GREEN ROOM
20 minutes ago
Hang on, are they going to make us watch ALL the songs that never aired in 2020, or just Tony Hadley with his sleeves on fire, Right Said Fred, Beyonce Grande, and Lizzo?
They just keep coming. I'd make reference to the countries – but they're not appearing onscreen – so this mishmash is a bit of a mess in terms of cohesion. That said, it's a good conduit for closure.
25 minutes ago
Don't worry, they're not going to make us sit through another 30 songs, rather another montage of the songs from 2020 we never got to see.
26 minutes ago
It's actually really sweet seeing the super fans getting to go to Basel and getting interviewed live.
Shame most of them have lost their voices in the process. Now, we get to remember COVID, yaaaay! Behold the lost acts from 2020, those who never got to perform that year.
30 minutes ago
Take aways from semi final 2:
That has to be the most costume reveals in 90 minutes ever at Eurovision.
So much flesh on show. Either that or there is a material shortage in Europe.
It has to be one of the hardest semi finals to call. Several fab favourites will be leaving Basel earlier than hoped.
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