The day after the night before...

Hayday: I awoke this morning with a sore head and very very very heavy eyes. Yes one could point the finger at that poison that is known as beer but I think the true problem lies with the amount of smoke that was in the ‘bar’ last night. Kids – it kills.

Thankfully the football ended up with a diplomatic outcome although Lanky’s celebration to Arsenal’s equaliser nearly resulted in a Glaswegian kiss from Hayday! The baboon. I will be taking up this lack of discipline with his parents upon my return to the UK.

My celebration to the Liverpool stunner was more measured but one would expect that. I still feel gutted that they equalised but the Gooners did play some good football and the result was fair. God I hate saying that.

Lanky: I think Recharge makes an astute point there. While they didn’t have a whole lot going forward the ‘Pool were making their extra man count through the middle. While I felt they were lucky in places they were also unlucky to lose Alonso. Maybe that made the difference. Perhaps we should have pipped them at the end but then if Billy hadn’t made a clutch tackle on Gerrard at the close it could have swung the other way too. Honours even and rightly so then but I suspect it will be the young Gunners who will have left Anfield the happier.

Hayday: We had an amusing trip back from the bar (we had to travel to the airport to succeed in our quest of watching the game with beer) as it was a very rough crossing and the beer and garlic chicken burger (which we were asked how we would like it cooked and so I replied preferably cooked) seemed to swell in our bellies and the captain decided to stack the boat in to the front of the harbour. Brilliant. I have lodged a whiplash claim with the appropriate bodies.