"Why did I become a Liverpool fan?!!!" Jakob exclaims - in real agony!
As if it wasn't enough, Ronnie just played the final of Shanghai Masters and lost. Just. It's that kind of day.
I yell at the kids for making too much noise (they're not, not really) and decide to start changing the linen. Only I can't, can I, I have to hit the refresh button every two minutes (or more) to see if there could be hope, if a text won't just ...
55 minutes - it's a goal! Torres! That wonderful Spaniard... Jakob and I look at eachother and hold our breaths. More breath-holding as City (today's enemy!) has one player sent off at 67 minutes. 73 minutes - another goal! Torres again!! I have to go down and get towels for the kids in the bath, but my mood is better and I don't tell them off for yelling (they are!)...
Skrtel (our man) has to be carried off the pitch at 86 minutes and we're down to 10 man as well. 6 minutes added time - and then Kuyt!! WE WIN!
"That's why I'm a Liverpool fan!!!" Jakob cries with glee, as we embrace eachother.
How dull must life be if you don't like football?