fucking hell. I hate penalties. Too many if onlys or what ifs to enumerate... suffice it to say that Chelsea really should have won that game.
CB is in Moscow, in I can only imagine what state. John Terry looks utterly inconsolable. He appears to have aged 10 years since the final whistle, poor man. The rain is almost biblical, and fitting.
It was, unusually, a really exciting final. Ronaldo missing his penalty was a highlight, of course.
The Italian commentators have been chortling away to one another all evening in a self-congratulatory fashion about how English the weather has been. For some reason the Russian organisers chose to play Mars, from Holst's Planets Suite, as the United players collected their medals. Appropriate given the history between the two sides, perhaps, but scarcely fitting. Platini tried to give Bobby Charlton a medal. Now some kind of gold lamé is cascading onto the winning side, they look as though they are celebrating in a 1970s second hand car salesroom.
Michael Carrick, failing to understand that his comments will be translated back into Italian, speaks ve-ry slow-ly and clear-ly to the Rai interviewer in a comedy way. His insights include: when it comes to penalties, you have to hope and pray. Thanks, Michael, that's very informative.
I shall try to call CB in a bit, to offer futile condolences.