Saturday night: All about the FA Cup
Very strange night last night. Had planned to meet up with the lads for a few beers and a chat, but Micheal (recovering from hospitalisation) and James (hungover) pulled out. Damian ended up taking me to a party with people he knows through Peace Action Wellington and the Palestinian Group. Not bad, some interesting people who I wouldn't normally get to hang out with - and very friendly and generous when I turned up without beer (only because the stores had closed).
We staggered out of there around 1am to go watch the FA Cup final. Damian got a text from his ex-girlfriend in London and I spent about 10 minutes demanding that he give me the phone so I could "sort his life out for him". He refused because he didn't know whether I was going to declare his undying love for her, or tell her to piss off. I didn't know myself. I'm sure it would have come to me. He's tossing up whether to agree that she come over here for a few months and see how things work out. Problem for them is the long term - he doesn't want to live outside NZ for a long time, and he doesn't think she'd want to live away from England for a long time. (Which is really the hardest thing about the long-distance relationship - it's not physically being together, it's finding somewhere that you both WANT to be).
So we hit the pub and it's full of drunk Brits in their football shirts. Lot of banter and chanting going on, and I'm just drunk enough to join in. Get my ear talked off by a crazy Welsh bastard (he looked and acted like Begbie from Trainspotting) who was going on about how great the Liverpool hooligans were, and boasting about Heysel (when 39 Italian fans died in a fight/riot after the Liverpool fans pushed a wall over onto them). Luckily he left me alone after a while, and his seat was taken by an older guy who was less of a cunt.
United played brilliantly (apart from some of the finishing) and I can't believe they lost. On another night the finishing would have been slightly sharper, and we'd have won 2 or 3 nil. Credit to Lehman though, he had a great game, and the Arsenal defenders did manage to cover back and make the tackles or blocks that they needed to. A bitter result, but at least we looked like a decent football team. Here's hoping next season is better...
Home at 5am and stayed in bed till around 1pm. Should really try to do some schoolwork...
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