Well, it's the end of a long domestic season and the FA Cup Final is on TV tonight. Shame about the time difference because it means you're already knackered by the time you start watching. It's a bit different from meeting up with your mates down the boozer to sink an afternoon of Stella and shout at some dodgy refereeing decisions.
Still, I can live with that considering that I've been down the beach all day today and am writing this with a tin of New to warm me up for later on. Now, I hate both Man U and Chelsea but, in interests of fairness and sharing of trophies, I hope the Chels stuff those filthy northern monkeys.
