Chatting Wham

Disappointed but not disheartened

I looked forward to Saturday night all week. While other Liverpool fans were worrying and nervous, I was excited for what could have been. I always felt that Real Madrid were favourites but that didn’t mean I couldn’t dream. There was always this voice in the back of my head, whispering lightly to me – imagine. Well, turns out that voice is a fucking dick tease. I honestly thought by Saturday afternoon that we would do it. Then Loris Karius happened. I’m not blaming the lad because there were ten other players on that pitch too, but mistakes like that can’t be made at this level against that team. We caught Madrid on a shaky night and Liverpool played rather well. It just wasn’t good enough. The fact it took them two jammy goals and probably the best ever in a Champions League final to beat us should be a massive compliment to Liverpool. I can’t wait to see what else is to come for this team.

Salop couldn’t save me

So as I was licking my wounds walking around Chester Zoo with my kids on Sunday afternoon, when I really should have been bouncing around Albert Dock getting my hair of the dog in, I was keeping an eye on the game of my second team. Shrewsbury Town, the mighty Salop, were taking on Rotherham United in the League One play-off final at Wembley and I needed a result from Paul Hurst and his boys to save my weekend. After falling behind I thought they might just do it when Alex Rodman equalised. However, the size of the pitch and the heat got to them and they were unable to seal promotion. Shrewsbury have had a fantastic season and made it Wembley twice. It was the perfect fucking end to my weekend though weren’t it. I just wanted something, anything, to cheer me up while I was being forced to walk into the fucking fruit bat cave for twelfth time.

Looking forwards

I’m not about this negative life though. I’m all about positive vibes and moving forward. With that in mind I’m now turning my attentions to the World Cup. I love the World Cup because it breaks up the summer and gives us something to do for four weeks. Football three times a day, a chance to see all the players your club have been linked with and you only know from football managers – what’s not to love? Plus, the absolute scousers here at Ronnie Dog Media have given me the task of keeping track of Uruguay until the middle of July. That means I have to watch some more Luis Suarez and support him. It’s a hard job but someone has to do it I suppose.