We didn't win because...

... I wasn't there, with my lucky pants. There, I've said it. Or maybe because I sent a text in the 88. minute. Or maybe it was because Steven fucking Gerrard scored that goal in the 90. What a c*nt. Please sign him.

It was a fabulous day. Getting up at 4am ten minutes before my alarm went off. Downing half of a (ok, small) bottle of Vodka because wouldn't take it that a mate can take 3 gulps. Getting wankered at the walkabout. Comforting a girl outside the boozer crying her heart out. Feeling shit the next day seeing pictures of Yossi and Anton. Being very pissed off today because it was unfair not winning. But we didn't lose either. Now shut up, roll on next season.