Gay For Rooney

There aren't many things that will get me out of bed at 5am on a Thursday morning. Certainly not my job. But this Shrek-faced Scouser will have me rising early on any day of the week. Manchester United v AC Milan. Champions League knock-out stages and the chance to work out whether getting the cable installed was worth it. It was. 4-0 to the Reds, an absolute pasting for Milan, and 2 more goals for young Wayne here taking his tally to 30 for the season. And on the same night, Cristiano cheat-to-get-Rooney-sent-off-in-the-world-Cup Ronaldo and his big-spending employers got knocked out by Lyon! Oh the delicious irony.

Big David Beckham turned out for the last 15 minutes and made a vague attempt to pretend he wasn't happy at the result. What does he give a shit about Milan? The guy's United through and through. No wonder he only came on when we were 3 up, there's no way he was going to try and score if it'd mattered. It was genuinely touching to see him at the end though, responding to the incredible reception he got from the Old Trafford fans and draping himself in green and gold. You don't see enough of that from players now - a genuine love for a team. Apart from John Terry at Stamford Bridge I suppose, but only because that bunch of cockneys are the only ones who can stand the bastard.

Anyway, it's early afternoon and I'm only surviving on the ridiculous amount of coffee I've consumed today. I'll probably crash soon enough and it won't be pretty. But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

4 bloody nil.

Love, Smithy x