Rafa should tell Milan Baros to do one. Seriously. I mean what's all this 'Valencia want me and I want to go there but I also want to stay at Liverpool' bollocks? Fuck off out of that Baros, you're nought but an inconsistent whinger.
And what of Wednesday gone? Went to McGeoughs is what. 15 or 20 of us comfortably perched on high in Phibsboro, dealt liquor by Alan McGeough and making merry. Then, the fuckers go 3-0 up and it's all over. At this stage we were a miserable bunch, apart from 5X who took glee in our utter shitness.
I switched seats, sat beside the Clerkin lad and BAM! 3-3 before you could say "crikey, Radge looks like Rafa Benitez. So he does."
Anyway, we won. You definitely know that already. It was a great game, though I'll go out on a limb here and say it wasn't the best game of football ever played, as has been reported. The result, however, was delivered from the Gods themselves and I woke on Thursday with my head throbbing, my throat cut up to shit but my soul dancing the Mersey beat. Nearly went over for the victory parade with Johnny and all, but prior engagements prohibited it.
Everything else this week has been superfluous. Went to 'I, Keano' last night with John Boy and glory be it was appalling. We upped and left after half an hour, realising our lives were short and drinking lager beer next door in Brogans would be far preferable to seeing some camp 'song and dance' act with bad acting, woeful set pieces and a script so lazy it could have been written by...well...I dunno...someone who...you know yourselves...
And tonight myself and 5X are off to the boozer for a couple of ales. Come do.