Football heaven...
Is a place,
Where nothin’
Nothin’ really matters.
So. This is what being neutral is like. Being neutral
anticipating a huge game, big clubs, big players, great setting, great stories.
Being neutral can rapidly evaporate. One team decides to park the bus, one
official makes a nightmare call, one player decides to get right up your nose,
one old sore rises and resurfaces, and that’s it, you’re suddenly back into
your natural habitat: rabidly rooting for one or the other team.
For me, as a Gooner, obviously Chelsea are on the hit-list,
but way below United and Liverpool, and below Stoke (Pubis, Breakleg and Blub
Ltd) and Brimingham (he’s not that sort of player) and (obviously, unless you’re
some sort of pervert) S***s. I’ve never liked Fulham since some of their ‘fans’
gave me a kicking at Gillingham (I was twelve, they were grown men (sort of)).
So if Bayern win, that’s fine. If Chelsea win then S***s kiss Champions’ League
football goodbye (how funny is that). Yep. A rare win-win-win scenario.
Three hours later, extra time (I said to MM “I know Bayern
deserve this, but I’m greedy for more football, hope there’s an equaliser”) and
penalties with all the drama they provide, and Chelsea have won the Champions’
League final, and S***s are consigned to that Thursday night stuff.
No gloating, just amusement. Chelsea’s win means that we
have to play the qualifying round games, effectively dropping us down from
third to fourth, so there’s every chance tonight’s result will bite us in the
bum. But great penalties from Lampard (blasted), and Cole and Drogba (perfect,
hitting the side netting nice and hard) decided the final.
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