There was an escape from revision and that escape was England’s biggest club football game in 40 years with Chelsea taking Manchester United in the Champions League final and what better timing than the night before my Business Studies exams!
For an evening where I should have been revising, it was an evening of beer soaked clothes, football action at one of the pubs in the city. As I headed off into the city to the pub with Zac, something didn’t feel right about going out the night before my exam.
The trouble was it was not like I’d knew I’d hadn’t done any revision for my business exams, in fact I’d done plenty, it was more the fact that I’d knew I’d be drinking watching the final, and I knew I’d be drinking a lot. With my exam at 9:30 the next day, I knew deep down I couldn’t get completely smashed.
As we caught the train in, we were still deciding what pub to go too. One of which was up at the university on the local campus and the other was a pub in which some girl from Zac’s animal management course was there.
After much deliberation we decided to head to the university bar, and we made it just in time for kick off (Literally about 30 seconds to spare) as I ordered two pints of Guinness to see us through the first bit of action of the game.
The university students failed to impress again… like with the Rugby world cup final, it would have taken a rocket upside their backsides to get them from standing like gormless muppets to animated football fans.
It took a goal from Ronaldo to see some animation in these people and even afterwards it went back to politely clapping again… I mean if these students can’t be up for one of the biggest games of the season, I mean what was the point. The atmosphere resembled something out of a morgue.
It was time to change pubs… and we left 15 minutes early in the first half just to wonder down from the university campus to the other bar.
As per normal I was convinced I was going to miss a goal, in the time it took to get from one pub to another and I was constantly monitoring the goal scoring on the internet connection on my phone.
As we approached the other pub, in turns out Dan was also at the same pub as us! They all look disgusted when I said I wasn’t supporting Chelsea the prompted Dan in giving me an earful!
As the 2nd half kicked off, Zac did eventually buy his round and I proceeded to start drinking my pint of Strongbow. Realising I had an exam tomorrow I thought a drink now, and sober up later was the best policy as I started to get a bit more animated, shouting and swearing at the Chelsea players.
Trouble was I was sitting with a table full of Chelsea fans, which saw me get a few comments to “Shut the fuck up” essentially, not deterred I continued to give some of the unscrupulous cheating Chelsea players a piece of my mind “Get up you fucking cheatings cunts!” I bellowed towards Drogba’s direction.
I was upsetting the Chelsea fans on my table, but I didn’t care… I decided to stand up and proceed to join the group of United fans who were directly behind us. It was a place where I can abuse the Chelsea team as much as I like whilst not upsetting my group of friends.
In comparison to the university bar, this was 10 times better. More noise and more banter between the two sets of fans.
It came down to penalties and unlike most penalty shoot outs involving England, I wasn’t the least bit stressed. This was the point where the Chelsea fans and the United fans reached fever pitch in the pub.
The United bellowed “UNITED, UNITED” and cue mass hysteria when John Terry slipped that final penalty… not that Dan was bothered… he was working his magic on a busty blonde female companion.
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