Chelsea win the European Cup. Said it all along. Never doubted it, even when we went a goal behind in the 83rd minute, even when we conceded a penalty, even when we went behind in the shoot-out. Didier Drogba is a giant among footballers. The man, the moment, the coolness to deliver the final blow. Give that man a plinth and put a statue of him on it.
PS. Who said the Gemans were invincible at penatlty shoot-outs? Not tonight they weren't. In their own backyard too.
I'm off to bed. May not sleep much
I served a long apprenticeship. I started writing as a child, and sold my first story at 35. Ten years later I was a full-time pro. In the last 30 years I have written everything from TV drama to company histories, novels to wedding speeches. My latest project? A stage musical. So this blog is a record of one jobbing writer's never-ending attempts to keep the wolf from the door.
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