Have still not quite come down since Saturday. Well, that's a lie, I came down with an enormous bump yesterday morning, felt incredibly flat after all the excitement, but watching the match again last night soon changed that. It has to be said we were awful for huge chunks of the match, but it's a FACT that without our generosity West Ham wouldn't have looked as good as they did. Xabi gave the ball away more in one match than Luis has managed in his two seasons with us (maybe a slight exaggeration). There was someone called Kewell on the pitch at some point but I've not come across anyone who noticed him yet. Indeed I can hardly remember who else was playing on our team either, some were so anonymous. And all three of West Ham's goals had "luck" written all over them (and will anyone dare tease Carra about his own goal the way he did Stevie for fear of what might be in store for them in future?!). But then there's Steven Gerrard. Would the Hammers have won if he was in their team? Well no, because Steven Gerrard is superhuman because he wears a red shirt. He loves Liverpool more than any player has ever loved a team ever. Until Saturday Kenny Dalglish was my favourite ever Red. It may have been the alcohol but I think I still stand by the text I sent to my friend at 5.45 pm that evening: "Steven fuckin Gerrard is the best fuckin player there's ever fuckin been fuckin ever!!!!" (and I've not sworn since about 1980).
Even the alcohol couldn't make it quite as good as Istanbul but the admiration for that man made up for it. Every person I met on Saturday night just shook their head in wonderment when he was mentioned. I keep thinking back to how depressed we all were last July before he changed his mind. I wonder whether there's an alternate universe somewhere where he went to Chelsea, played around 30 games, fell out with Jose and was actually really miserable rather than just looking it. I wonder if he thinks about that too.