Scouser thighs!

This happened way back in May, but was just visiting the BBC site, and more importantly had a deadline, so took this escape route...


Well I didn't have a TV and didn't know a bar open at that time around here considering I was new at the place.. to be honest I had kinda forgotten about the finals since, like so many of the earlier rounds, I expected Liverpool to lose. Sure, they'd beaten Chelsea, but then I thought they'd used up their luck for the rest of the century-apparently not. I reached the gym as usual in the afternoon and got on the treadmill on which I dont last for more than 20 minutes usually. While surfing channels caught the game on one. The gym was pretty filled with chics in hot pants scrambling to find an unoccupied treadmill. I was the misfit in there. I started watching with Liverpool just having scored the first and sure enough didn't have to wait long for the rest of the two. A Champions League final with teams tied 3-3 is a novelty-theres just too much on the line to afford that kind of attacking adventure. So I was hooked. I clung on to the treadmill for the rest of the half, 2 halves of extra time, penalties and the celebrations. I left reluctantly when the screen said "An ESPN Production". I was half-dead by the time I got off the treadmill, with pissed off girls all around having watched the drama, through my groans, half shouts-how did Shevchenko miss that goal in extra time!!, my laughs-that was the best "pole-dance" I'd ever seen...It was a game to savour- Soccer was the winner, my thighs and calves however, were not. That day everyone became a scouser! We've had a few laughs over how I clung on to the machine just to see best CL finals since Man U won it, just dont tell my legs about it-they just wont hear anything about it, at least not till u talk about a couch and some beer too!