Nil-nil DOES have a certain ring to it
The stats tell you it wasn't a particularly pretty game. Six yellow cards -- four to Juventus and two to Liverpool. Four shots, none on goal, for us. Juve came close, very very close, several times -- and we had a couple of good touches but nothing threatening. Astonishingly (or perhaps not, considering Gerrard's absence, since I believe he is a good set-piece architect -- case in point being that low to the ground, high powered bender from last week's match) we failed to convert any chances from corners or free kicks.
But it was enough: Hyypia playing tight in back, stuck to Nedved like white on rice; Finnan kicking the ball endlessly up the sides; Baros doing his damndest all alone near the half-line or further into Juve's end; Dudek keeping calm on his line; it was enough. It was enough -- we held our breath for the full ninety minutes and then some, and it was enough to go through.
Of course we got kicked around, especially Luis Garcia, poor dear, and we all held our breath for Xabi Alonso, who hasn't played since New Year's Day, when this happened. (I feel about Lampard the way I once felt about a certain J Adler -- finding them treeeeemendously foxy, and then feeling guilty and a bit nauseous -- I think this may also be where I end up with Toxic Type, but watch this space -- then again J Adler and TT are twins separated at birth!)
David Maddock wrote a better match report as he always does, and you can find it here.
And this is one reason why I love English football.
And this is another.
Sure it's adolescent and puerile, but a girl can dream, can't she?
But it was enough: Hyypia playing tight in back, stuck to Nedved like white on rice; Finnan kicking the ball endlessly up the sides; Baros doing his damndest all alone near the half-line or further into Juve's end; Dudek keeping calm on his line; it was enough. It was enough -- we held our breath for the full ninety minutes and then some, and it was enough to go through.
Of course we got kicked around, especially Luis Garcia, poor dear, and we all held our breath for Xabi Alonso, who hasn't played since New Year's Day, when this happened. (I feel about Lampard the way I once felt about a certain J Adler -- finding them treeeeemendously foxy, and then feeling guilty and a bit nauseous -- I think this may also be where I end up with Toxic Type, but watch this space -- then again J Adler and TT are twins separated at birth!)
David Maddock wrote a better match report as he always does, and you can find it here.
And this is one reason why I love English football.
And this is another.
Sure it's adolescent and puerile, but a girl can dream, can't she?
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