Well, what can you say? I'm over the moon Brian! Had a text from a pal who lives in the 'pool and he said the whole place had gone berserk and the noise was mad.
I know no-one is going to believe this but I'd like to think the Curse of the U-know-what came into play. I was split on this one, of course I wanted to see Stevie G lift the big eared cup, but on the other hand I really didn't want Liverpool to win for the simple reason that Steve Zarse is a supporter and a win would make him totally insufferable. He's not a real supporter mind, he's what could be termed a "plastic fan" if you get my drift, never having seen them play and not having been within fifty miles of Merseyside in his entire life. He started supporting them in the late seventies/early eighties glory days and as such is nothing more than a filthy pot hunter. Indeed, what happened to all those 1970's Leeds Utd supporters I went to school with in the Midlands? I expect they've all switched to Man Utd, Chelsea and Arsenal these days.
Anyway, at half time, even I was embarrassed. So I decided to go for a quick spin round the block in the Commer to see if the clutch had cured itself (it hadn't). On arriving home I invoked The Curse and it responded by giving the most almighty backfire. So loud that the neighbours came out to see what was happening. On going back indoors, Gerrard struck within thirty seconds. The rest, as they say, is history.... So give thanks.
It can be a beautiful thing, sport.
