The Sweet Smell of Failure...

So off we go marching into the final four of the Champions League. Dreams of glory begin to sweep into our minds as we sleep. But when we wake, fear seems to have taken over both myself and other Liverpool fans I know-the fear of reaching the final and losing to the now 'not-so evil' empire-the dastardly Manchester United....

Don't get me wrong-I want the team to win, but should we lose let us get knocked out in the semis, even if it is to the new evil empire. Finishing 2nd is always a lot worse than losing a semi. Yet, one must be prepared for it if one desires to win.

If we get through it's either MU or Milan-now Milan will be thirsting for revenge for that day in Istanbul when the cosmic forces of nature (and Didi Hamann)conspired to rip the trophy from them. It was the collective praying from all Liverpool fans that day to God/Satan/[add religious figure here] that took the trophy from the Milanese. We all swore to never ask for another CL victory ever again-yet here we are, too greedy for our own good. Has the proverbial god got the best punishment for us greedy souls...?

Losing to Milan will not be a just punishment; just a reward for Milan. No, the best punishment would be to lose to the evil MU much akin to that day at Anfield not so long ago when we contrived not to score then let John O'Shea (see, I told you there's an evil power up there somewhere) score the winner at the death. The clouds are getting darker; the thunder is rumbling....all we wait for now is for Cristiano Ronaldo to dive in the box in injury time to win the CL...

Is Chelsea that bad by comparison...?