Fucking deligthed to see the Chas n' Dave gobshites lose.
The fans in Madrid in fairness did seem alright, but fuck 'em. The ones I know and have experienced online through the likes of Glory Glory with their victim, dippers, flopp, finished above you 7 out of 8 seasons - those ones, those are the ones whose tears I revel in.
Pochettino? Potless - a nearly team, no more no less. And for those who say we'll build on this - we'll see. You've gone backwards this season, a season that saw you lose 20 times. The comebacks aligned themselves this season to allow the romanticism to be written that your name was on the cup before the harsh reality of a clinical Liverpool booted you up the arse.
Maybe you'll spend a bit of cash or maybe you won't. Maybe the likes of Erikson will commit to a new contract or maybe they'll just fuck off to a better team. Maybe Poch will stay around or maybe he'll fuck off to a better team. I can only imagine the joy such uncertainty would bring during the off season.
Anyway, enough gloating.
Mind the gap chasm.