So I get to work this morning and realize that in my efforts to be a good husband and father this morning (taking care of the little one so my wife could sleep in) I’d forgot to set things to record the Champions League Final. My plan had been to stay away from scores (easy to do in this country) and watch the match as if it were live tonight. I got here and realized I hadn’t recorded the match so I followed it online.
Sounds like I missed a classic. Living in a country where the vast majority of people don’t follow the sport or go out of their way to put the sport down, this is one match soccer fans can point out that would disprove their opinion. This match seems to have had everything. Yep, I’m kicking myself for not being able to see it.
To be down 3-0 at half-time and come back and win is a major accomplishment. I’ve already talked with a couple of friends from mine from Liverpool and they were beyond words. Guess it hasn’t sunk in yet. Well, congrats to the red half of scouseville. I guess Liverpool were a team of fate after all.