That was the week that was
It’s been a memorable week for a couple of reasons. You may be thinking, yes, both Real Madrid AND Man United. Well, kind of. But no.
The first reason is gastroenteritis. Not as much fun as seeing Liverpool demolish Real Madrid 4-0. Doesn’t even come close, actually. Liverpool took to the field on Wednesday night as I slept for the first time in 72 hours. And as my knotted colon and cramping stomach finally allowed me some rest, Real Madrid were efficiently taken to pieces at Anfield, suffering their heaviest defeat ever in the Champions League. You know Liverpool are rampant when even Andrea Dossena gets on the scoresheet. Onward then to the fourth quarter final in five years.
And to Saturday, and United at Old Trafford at lunchtime. Ah lunchtime – to be eating solid food again! Earlier in the week, Wayne Rooney, sounding as sore as my seat, had mentioned…
I grew up as an Everton fan hating Liverpool. And that hasn’t changed!
And by Sunday morning, I’d imagine it still hasn’t changed. Dumping Real Madrid out of Europe was only half of the story. Liverpool still had humiliatin’ to do. Doing the double over United certainly won’t make Liverpool any more popular in the Rooney househould, one supposes. (And you know Liverpool are rampant when even Andrea Dossena gets on the scoresheet…)
The last time United conceded four at home, I was a mere lad. A pint of beer could be got for a pound, and petrol was 50p a litre. No kidding, it was 17 years ago.
So while United might be hurting this morning, I have to say I’m feeling a lot better. I woke up hungry and enjoyed my first breakfast for a week.
Of course Liverpool must now win every league game and hope that United implode for this result to make any difference to the Championship. And despite this week’s heroics, we know what Liverpool are likely to do against the likes of Fulham and Blackburn. But I shan’t let that stop me from basking in this week’s glory, which will certainly speed along my convalescence.