I’m still not sure what time it was in Moscow when the game eventually started.
The TV-studio covered everything. From predictions to grass-status-updates. The lawn seemed to be exceptionally crucial. Everything but when the kickoff was.
Maybe I could have managed to slink in a powernap?
The forecast said rain. Who will benefit the most?
I guess both team will be equally wet.
It was like a cruel series of offenses against nerves, emotions and in this case tiredness. Afterwards, it was more a soothing relief than the anticipated mammoth feeling of victory that ensued my body.
Nonetheless, a triumphant one.
Before Ronaldo scored in the Champions League final, his first goal ever against Chelsea, his 42nd in total this season, critiques still questioned his ability to step up in the ‘big games’.
Van Der Sar slept better than Anelka, Terry and rest of the blue money machine.
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