Well, what can I say. I said last night I was hoping for heartbreak for the plastic fans with their plastic flags and I got it. It's took me the best part of two and a half hours to stop laughing so I could actually type this.
You've gotta feel for John Terry. Out of the Champions League whilst within touching distance of the final and half an hour later, Sir Alan sends him home from the Apprentice, what a bloody night he's had.
But, I'll hold my hands up, that Drogba, always thought he was a bit of a diva, or should that be diver? Anyway, the way he stayed on his feet when everyone around him, whether it be security, his own players or opposition players were pulling him and pushing him away from the referee was commendable, I knew he had it in him, I knew he was strong as an ox, so thanks for that Didier lad and I can only apologise for ever doubting you.
So, who's cried more, Lord God Jose Mourinho or Terry? Neither, it was me, I pi$$ed meself senseless laughing at them luverly cockerneys on their way to Rome, oops, I mean home.
Only problem now is, I can't see Barca getting near Man U, so I don't even know why I'm laughing, but I am, just for the moment.
