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went to Cheers Sports bar as usual...
sang my heart out and now I have a croaky voice.
I had a very bad feeling about the match
20 minutes in...own goal...though West Ham deserved it...
27 minutes...fuckin blunder
we were just falling to pieces.
then Cisse scores...I can feel an equaliser coming...and of course I then remember THAT night in Istanbul...
2nd half...Gerrard...fuckin yes...but ten minutes later...a cross somehow ends up in the back of the net. Absolutely shellshocked. I think a third goal is just too much to ask as its all frustration from here...West Ham are in control of things...until then Steven Gerrard...
its all hugs, tears, singing. 
one fuckin emotional rollercoaster ride, almost on par with what happened in Istanbul.
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"Burn down the disco, hang the blessed dj, because the music that they constantly play,
it says nothing to me about my life..." The Smiths - 'Panic'
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