"Who will rise? It would be so nice to hear you say, 'Thank you for the good times'."
- Andy Bell
With this whole new format I've got going on, updating as I see fit and just covering the highlights of the days in between each blog post, I've realised that it's important to focus on the big things that have happened, be they good or bad. However, one thing I've come to notice is that over these last few days, there's been absolutely nothing to complain about; not even the tiniest little thing.
I always say to my friend John that when reality finally hits us, it's gonna be horrible. I imagine the word 'reality', in the graffiti writing, sculpted in the shape of a fist, coming out of nowhere and twatting me a good one right in the chops, but only after twatting John first, just so that I get a glimpse of what's to come. Until that inevitable day, however, I figure I might as well ride the wave of happiness and just take it as it comes.
The Mancs turned over Schalke in their own back yard with a 2-0 win, but in fairness they thoroughly deserved it so no complaints there. All eyes were on Manuel Neuer, who has definitely got a future as one of the best goalkeepers in the world (and you can take note of that one). Barcelona also managed to do a job on Real in their own back yard, mimicking a 2-0 scoreline, but in a very different game. The tie, in particularly Lionel Messi's brilliance, was tarnished by poor referreeing decisions (Pepe sent off for a nothing challenge) and a constant barrage of diving and harrassing the referee from the Barca players. I'm not suggesting that Barcelona wouldn't have still got the same result, but the decision to send Pepe off changed the game and took away the quality of Lionel Messi's abilities.
In unrelated news, I've spent the last two days catching up with Robbie and Mark, having lunch and a chinwag with both. You always know when you've got good mates like them two, cause you can just pick the phone up, meet up and the crack will be exactly the same as it was when you left them. Good to see they're both doing well.
As for the rest of today, it's looking like a night in with Danny and Matty. I can only imagine it will include getting drunk. dabbling in films, PES 2011 and takeaway food. Ah, life is sweet. Anyway, must dash, it's time to pick my poison for this evening.
Ciao for now.
THD.
- Andy Bell
With this whole new format I've got going on, updating as I see fit and just covering the highlights of the days in between each blog post, I've realised that it's important to focus on the big things that have happened, be they good or bad. However, one thing I've come to notice is that over these last few days, there's been absolutely nothing to complain about; not even the tiniest little thing.
I always say to my friend John that when reality finally hits us, it's gonna be horrible. I imagine the word 'reality', in the graffiti writing, sculpted in the shape of a fist, coming out of nowhere and twatting me a good one right in the chops, but only after twatting John first, just so that I get a glimpse of what's to come. Until that inevitable day, however, I figure I might as well ride the wave of happiness and just take it as it comes.
The Mancs turned over Schalke in their own back yard with a 2-0 win, but in fairness they thoroughly deserved it so no complaints there. All eyes were on Manuel Neuer, who has definitely got a future as one of the best goalkeepers in the world (and you can take note of that one). Barcelona also managed to do a job on Real in their own back yard, mimicking a 2-0 scoreline, but in a very different game. The tie, in particularly Lionel Messi's brilliance, was tarnished by poor referreeing decisions (Pepe sent off for a nothing challenge) and a constant barrage of diving and harrassing the referee from the Barca players. I'm not suggesting that Barcelona wouldn't have still got the same result, but the decision to send Pepe off changed the game and took away the quality of Lionel Messi's abilities.
In unrelated news, I've spent the last two days catching up with Robbie and Mark, having lunch and a chinwag with both. You always know when you've got good mates like them two, cause you can just pick the phone up, meet up and the crack will be exactly the same as it was when you left them. Good to see they're both doing well.
As for the rest of today, it's looking like a night in with Danny and Matty. I can only imagine it will include getting drunk. dabbling in films, PES 2011 and takeaway food. Ah, life is sweet. Anyway, must dash, it's time to pick my poison for this evening.
Ciao for now.
THD.
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