There were four possible emotional states come the end of yesterday evening - ecstatic, overjoyed, pissed off or suicidal. Never let it be said that football is a game of extremes, or of rational behaviour, come to that. And in the end, all was almost alright on the night. The main match finished as perfectly as I could have ever dreamed, but the supporting event ended in disappointment.
Choice of where and how to watch the match(es) was limited by Champions League broadcast rights in France, so we had little choice but to stay in and watch in separate rooms. La bienheureuse watched TV, keeping me updated with shrieks, groans and moans, while I, ahem, 'followed' the other match on the internet, likewise keeping her updated with cursing, shouting at the ref, and finally yells of triumph.
Meanwhile, the spring equinox approaches and the weather gets colder. Those greenhouse gases have a lot to answer to...
