I was on the most turbulent emotional rollercoaster watching the Liverpool v Olympiacos game yesterday. When we let that stupid free kick go through our wall, already having had a perfectly good goal disallowed I really didn't think it was going to be out night. Then when sweetest Florent Sinama-Pongolle found the net early on in the 2nd a glimmer of hope was sparked inside of me creating much drunken shouting at the pub's tv screen. Then Gerrard had a perfectly good goal disallowed for some imaginary infringement by Milan Baros, the referee suffered from being really cack. I thought no way are we going to find two goals in 20 minutes. And then magic Mellor with his first touch put us ahead. My friend and turned to eachother and I said "if we win this 3-1 I'm going on a massive bender, you up for it." He was. And then Steven "Superman" Gerrard, what a fantastic goal that truly was, made all the sweeter because we dumped the whining, diving, cheating Greek side out of the tournament.
I am now very hungover and may possibly need a liver transplant.
