It’s hard to overestimate the sheer sense of glee one feels when beating Man Utd in the cup final despite being comprehensively outplayed for the entire 120 minutes. Great for our guys but, even better, a complete body blow for Man Utd fans following their underwhelming Premiership and European campaigns and the takeover business. If Liverpool get one over on Milan, then that will be even better.
The cup final ran until 4 in the morning here but nevertheless we had a little crew round at our place to watch it, including a couple of half-hearted pseudo-Mancunians. The night also marked my last night of alcohol for a while, just in case the bub decides to show up early and I need to get my act together quickly. I shall miss it for the necessary 2-6 weeks, but absence will probably make the heart grow fonder.