Champions League Final Night
According to Steve on ITV it’s warm and sultry in Rome tonight. According to Teddy its a game of “ups and downs” and Gary Neville will recover from the “bombshell” of being left out of the squad tonight. Andy joins in with the craic.
Wayne Rooney has muttered his way more or less incomprehensibly through a pre-match interview and they’ve debated his merits vis Messi’s nearly to death.
So long as no-one starts going on ad infinitum (when in Rome) about Thierry Henry having to leave his beloved Arsenal for his bite at the Champions League cherry I’ll watch the lot and provide incisive comment (not commentary)!
We have learned that Eric Cantona will be trapped at the cinema somewhere in France tonight demanding to know the match score every minute.
Sir Alex looks as avuncular as I have ever seen him, I even almost warmed to him there.
I think the build-up is too fulsome. They should have less of it IMO and I really hate that choir that roar “THE CHAMPIONS” on every ad break.
I am interested to see if a Man Utd loss tonight will give me the same unfamiliar schadenfraude that I had at the weekend when Newcastle went pot-holing.
They’re about to come out: Ryan Giggs looks greying like me. The opera singer Andrea Boccelli is highly grey but it suits him although the acoustics aren’t coming across so well. Some women in strange get-ups are wandering around the pitch. Andrea Boccelli finishes the unannounced song on a very long note. Now he’s started up again. Another long vibrato note. Clapping and a touching fans white shirt tribute to Sir Matt.
The referee is Swiss “Massimo Moussaka or similar”, jokes about him being neutral and he had an audience with Pope Benedict today. Lucky him, I wonder who his Holiness supports?
Average age of Man U squad is 28, Barca slightly older. I can access something deeply exciting if I press the red button now – I’ll pass thanks. I can multi-task but watching the match, manning the blog and pressing red buttons will be too much.
First free kick of the night taken by Ronaldo – saved by the goalkeeper. We are told Ronaldo has the “most flexible ankles in football”…
Henry has not played for 25 days and not done much training, preferring to lie about in the treatment room.
I might back Waffle in the 7.50 at Beverley.
I backed Waffle to place only, running scared of Noble Storm for who the money is down.
Noble Storm beats Waffle, good call 🙂
The other end of the settee is yawning loudly – a lifelong Gooner he is only here to see the mighty fall.
All the pressure from Man U (wearing white). Ronaldo shoots again looked wide, must get glasses at half-time.
A minute after Ronaldo’s attempt Barca score through Samuel Et’to – Man U defender and van der Sar in the right places but doing the wrong things. Now a Barca corner. Having trouble with the spellings of these Barca players. I think their manager is younger than me 😦
Man U look a bit rattled momentarily. Commentator reminds us they must play “calmly”. May remind the children of that when they come home from the awaydays break at the grandparents.
Next race at Beverley is a 10f handicap, ignoring the Southwell race as it is a selling hurdle handicap aka a makemeadiva punting bloodbath.
Ronaldo fouled – free kick given about 30 yards out, remember I am not wearing glasses.
Height over the wall achieved, ball continues a fruitless trajectory over the top of the posts.
Backed McCoy’s ride in the selling hurdle in running – I will get what I deserve!
Messi shot! Full of velocity it skims over the roof of the net.
Ronaldo shot goes wide.
McCoy loses at Southwell. I must learn to heed my own advice.
We have lost count of Ronaldo’s shots on goal. Maybe I’ll back Man Utd to win now they are 1-0 down.
Swiss referee does not play advantage Barca. Free kick awarded, goes for goal but nada.
The ball is “tied to Messi’s toe” and he wins a free kick. I would like a bag of redbacks tied to my toe.
The 8.20 at Beverley does not look enticing. Undecided.
Space for Rooney comes to nothing. Barca has been monopolising possession. The other end of the settee has fallen asleep; I wish they had a permanent clock in the tv screen corner. Apparently 30mins gone, wish it was longer frankly.
Racing selections, can’t decide between Rosbay or Riley Boys. Go with Riley Boys to place. Telly goes funny for a second. Corner to Barca. Thierry has not aged a bit since he left Arsenal. Way over the goal. Rosbay places at the track, Riley Boys does not!
Nothing to report from Roma. End of sofa wakes, speaks one sentence and yawns. I miss Kempton all-weather racing on a Wednesday evening. Notice there are rather a lot of words here for one post. Will keep quiet until the half-time whistle goes.
1 added minute, I’m bored, I’m going to hit publish. The other end of the settee just muttered, “oh shut-up!” to the tv. The commentator says the night is clammy? I think he means sticky…