You feel like a hypocrite. The elite final stages once again, the elite in the elite. Same old teams, usual suspects. The super-rich Champions League. I determined last year I wasn't gonna watch any this time round. But I have. All this talk of brand development, La Fong posting horror stories with Uefa pimp Phillip Lahm rattling on about how a European Super League will enrich football (not the f***ers behind it, I suppose) Uefa's scheme to make the Champions League even more beneficial to the usual suspects, the stupid ear-bending Champions League opera theme, the same bullsh*t year in year out. Predictable, self-aggrandizing, pompous, a monster of brand awareness, organized and maintained by wealthy crooks in suits spread like cockroaches all over Europe.
Yet here I am. I dare say this one could be a goer. The 90 minutes by itself could be an entertainment. The first leg, in which PSG and Bayern fought out a 5 goal thriller, was described by Jonathan Wilson of The Guardian as "pure footballing fun, until you delve beneath the surface - dominant super-rich elite forget how to defend but proposed new Champions League would not ensure endless excitement". But, nevertheless, it was an entertaining match, or at least the 20 minute highlights of it were.
Let's see what the second leg provides us with, minus that piss-poor opera theme, of course.
Kimmich is the latest to have a crack at the PSG goal. His shot should have been better, he drove it low and wide when he had time to better target the net. They've had two on target to PSG's none on the half hour. Neymar goes down for the third or fourth time, tussling with Hernandez in the area. He wants a penalty but there was shirt-tugging going on from both players, Neymar more so. The ref doesn't want to know. They're going hell for leather so far but Bayern still need those two clear goals.
Off the post by Neymar. But then moments later Choupo-Moting has put Bayern into the lead. With five minutes to the break he latched onto the parried shot by Davies and headed home for nothing-one on the night.
Dear oh dear! Neymar a whisker away from 1-1. Somebody played it across to him in the area, clear of the keeper, and Neymar slid in but just could not make contact. It needed a touch. You're talking Gascoigne v Germany at Euro 96 there.