This final is going to be unreal. Two absolute giants of the game, both wanting to attack, but also so different at the same time. They are ageing and looking a little battle weary, but full of winners who know how to get over the line. We've got the youthful exuberance but a little bit of naivety and inexperience too. Plenty of similarities and plenty more differences, the neutrals are in for a treat.



We, on the other hand, are in for an absolute fucking rollercoaster of emotions, but I am so confident that we can do it. Jurgen's hoodoo has to end, Madrid's grip on the trophy has to be loosened. It has been a competition this year for joyous attacking football, it has to end with the most joyous attacking team of all winning the trophy. It has to end with number 6.



But then, we can start worrying about the build up from tomorrow. Work tomorrow will be fun. The school is half Atletico and half Real which means for the next week it'll actually be one half Liverpool and one half Real! I can't believe we've done it and yet I totally can as well; as the season has gone on I have stopped questioning this team. We weren't perfect tonight by any means but we will be much better in the final. I don't doubt that Real will be much better than they were last night too. But we are in control of our own destiny, our dream is still alive. 3 fucking weeks. How are we going to cope for 3 fucking weeks?