Right. Okay, we win it all in the end. This is not a post to gloat or boast, I've passed that stage now where all that's left is only that afterglow feeling of savouring everything in the shining light of victory.
But I just can't help it, can I? NOW YOU (yes, you know who) CAN ALL FUCK OFF!!
It's been another unforgettable season, and I couldn't remember any other time when I was more nervous than that early Thursday morning watching the drama unfolded itself in Moscow.
All is well in winning. Everybody gets the urge to forget all the pains and just soaks in the feeling. And if the Megastore cash registers keep on ringing to the roof, then you can't just mock the club as being Merchandise United. Tell it to your clubs' CEO and he won't care a bit about it as all clubs would love to be in United's position now.
I also try my best to contribute to the bottomline for the Glazers by ordering in some of that Champions League winners product range. And knowing myself, it's just another chance to remind me that my usual delayed decision-making will have impact to the future and other events.
Just great, eh? Now, where's that winning feeling? I could use a cup or two.
