So we’re off to Chelsea again
One of the advantages, if there can be said to be one, of nagging back pain, is that it makes it rather easier to drag yourself from what wasn’t a very restful slumber anyway just before 4 in the morning. Not much of an advantage at the best of times, I’ll grant you. But on European Cup nights, when 1945BST translates into 0345 my time, quite handy.
With Liverpool having met Arsenal twice already in the last 6 days, and playing out 1-1 draws that I could’ve and should’ve put a tenner on weeks ago, probably more than a few were expecting more of the same, particularly at half time, when the score was just that.
But four more goals in the second half, and one moment Liverpool were about to go through, then it was Arsenal, then seconds later Liverpool again.
By the end of it, I had the sort of headache you only get from forgetting to blink for 45 minutes. The cat, who normally enjoys these early morning parties, had long since departed in search of more restful company. And my bad back had cleared up a treat, too.