So that Saturday morning I woke up at seven and went and played some football. Then, spent the rest of the day running around getting things read at home for an evening with friends and then spent the evening getting drunk and fed. So when the game kicked off at 2:30 a.m. on Sunday morning (my time), I needed some object to prevent my eye lids from shutting themselves up.
And so the game I had waited for, for the last few weeks was seen in between nodding off to sleep and waking up from gentle snores. I think I would wake up every two minutes or so, watch the action for thirty seconds or so and then repeat.
What a waste!
Anyway, still managed to figure out that Messi was fouled at every possible opportunity. That Real basically had planned to defend and would have been happy with a draw but would have been very pleased if they could score on the counter. That when Barca pass the ball around, it sweetens up your dreams.
Finally decided to call it a night and head to bed after Casillas first saved Eto’s penalty and then made two saves that he had no business of making. This will end zero-zero I must have muttered to myself as I rolled into bed.
Serves me right! Goals by Sammy Eto and Lionel Messi in the 83rd and 93rd sunk Real and whatever happens to Real from here on, I was the biggest loser of the night!