Sadly strange though it may seem, I'm joyously happy at Wednesday night's schadenfreude shenanigans. That is, the Vermin's truly gutting defeat at the hands of the blue-and-red might of Barca. An honourale enterprise anyway, not just for the Catalan region's brave battles against the fascist Franco, but also for the uniquely-odd way the football club is run, as explained here...But also, well - it's good to see the top trophy in Europe actually going to the best team in Europe, for a change...
But, mostly, because it was the Vermin who missed out so heartbreakingly, and after having felt so deludingly close to the trophy, they were already getting high on each sniff of the Brasso...
I was sadly unable to watch the game in its entireity, so missed (as did most newspapers) such crucial incidents as Eboue's double-somersault-with-pike which led to the opening goal... And the foul by the hateful Lehmann which justifiably led to his red card, but rather unjustifiably had a perfectly-fine Barca goal disallowed...
Ah, but the ref could have allowed the goal, and merely given the goalkeeper a yellow card... say some...
Hmm, well, yes. Let's file that suggestion under the "making-up-an-entirely-new-rule-on-the-spot", shall we...?
Henry and Wenger, the sourest of sour bad losers, both... Eto'o was onside. Henry was justifiably booked for a nasty, dangerous challenge. Eboue could have been sent off for his first lunge let alone receiving a second yellow for his dive.
Yup, treated really, really badly, weren't you...? Shame Dein isn't a vice-chairman of Uefa, not just FA, eh...?
But anyway, this isn't a time for griping.
Yes, finishing fifth hurt, especially in such never-to-be-repeated circumstances, a perfect Spurs-stiffing if ever fate could so wish.
But this week has certainly been some consolation.
West Ham losing it at the last. Now the proper Scum.
Yukyukyuk...
Certainly more encouraging than I dared hope, when below-ground at Storm on Wednesday night, the act that followed me announced on-stage that the Vermin were a goal up, and a 'keeper had been sent off... I assumed it was Barca, and was instantly cursing the usual Gooner luck (just check up how many opposition players were sent off against them this season just gone...), but eventually found a moment to dart outside and upstairs to discover Barca had just gone 2-1 up and the lovely Lehmann was the red-carded culprit... So I managed to forget the drinks I'd promised to buy my friends downstairs, and darted into the Moon Under Water to enjoy Barca's last few, surprisingly-comfortable minutes...
And then, the joy...
The alternative? I don't want to think about it...
And, as it goes, there's no need to.
Hurrah. Y viva Espana...
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