Rocking in the Free World

A friend of mine had come over to watch the Champions League semifinal first leg between Liverpool and Chelsea, and as prior reputations of both teams’ playing styles have been kept into consideration, nobody was expecting an excellent match, but it promised to be exciting nevertheless.

The first half was quite boring, until Kuyt managed to put one in, after having worked hard to get many near chances at shots on the goal. The second half saw a little more action than the first, though my friend was keen on going back home when there were fifteen minutes left.

I told him that he’d endured so much already, fifteen minutes of torture wouldn’t really be that bad, considering his body clock would be adjusted to view the Man U – Barca game today, which promises to be more fun. Plus I mentioned to him that you never really know what happens until the last whistle was blown.

My friend stuck on, and we both saw how Riise so skillfully used his head and used his head to put an own goal, much to the chagrin of everyone present at Anfield who were celebrating a home win, and the fact that an away goal was not conceeded.

Four minutes of injury time, and the own goal was scored at 3:55, just on the dot.

The own goal sort of made staying up that late to watch a meh match that much more interesting!