You've got no future...

0-0 at half time.
And what an awful game. One of the dullest and most tedious matches of the season. But that's what the away goal rule does to a first-leg tie. Still, we kept the clean sheet, and that puts us in the driving seat, contrary to what everyone says. Liverpool can't score an away goal now, but we can. Liverpool need to beat us to go through now, but we don't need to win to reach the final.

Liverpool fans are usually very friendly, and do seem to know what they are talking about. Anfield is the best away ground in the country, and is always a nice place to visit, but their away support seems to be one large crowd of smack-heads dressed up in one-colour shell suits, out on day release from the local spacker house. Watching them in the crowd last night was hilarious. They made the guys in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest look like a local branch of MENSA. Honestly. One group of about 100 Mickeys stood on their seats, scarves tied to their wrists, tongues inserted into their chins, and a sideways glance, dancing about like a burst hose.

Leaving the ground after, wandering past the away entrance was like walking through an autumn park, with leaves substituted for deal bags! This lot obviously have some class. Ahem.

Considering it was a European Cup semi final, the atmosphere matched the performance. A pitiful display to be ashamed of. And any 'supporter' who takes the attitude "Well, the team didn't give us anything to cheer about" should fuck off to Arsenal. That’s not how it works around here, so go and jump on someone else's bandwagon.

A last note about Drogba. The French Emile Heskey. He really is that bad. He doesn't look dangerous on the ball, can't stay onside (how hard can it be to watch the line? Its your job), and has the first touch of a brick wall. For £24m we should at least get someone who can shoot, or even pass. If they put pockets in the players' shorts, that boy's hands would be firmly stuck in them on the field. Not good enough.

The Mickeys delighted in singing the old classic "You've got no history" to us. The response of "You've got no future" saw heads turn back towards the floor, another half kilo of coke disappear up noses and a bit more shuffling around. See you at Anfield.