Better than sex.

It was Thursday morning. Chelsea vs Liverpool. The aggregate was 1 all. We were playing at home. I know we wont lose. But knowing those scum, I was a bit worried. They might score another Ghost Goal like they did in 05.

Whistle blows. We were absolutely owning. Essien was superb. Makalele was immense. He made Gerrard go invisible. Then it happened. Lampard, out of nothing, slides an awesome pass to Kalou who shot but The Clown saves it. Only for the ball to roll to Drogba who curves it into the net even though the angle was tight. It was just impossible but Drogba did it. "We're in the finals. Finally." We kept on owning and owning until the first half ended. "We're in the finals. Finally."

Second half. From the start I noticed we're not playing like we did in the first. For that Torres scored. Fairly. Surprisingly. "No. Just no. Come on." We tried and tried and tried but we were just unable to do it. But I still believed. Second half ends.

Extra time. "If this goes to penalty..." I didn't want to finish my thought. No. Please. Finally, Scum Hyppia tackled Ballack. Right at the edge of the box. Obvious penalty and I would've felt so fucked up if it wasn't. Lampard steps up. "Oh..." I had doubt in me. He was a superb penalty taker 2 years ago but then lately he misses them a lot. "Alright then. Go for it." Cooly sends The Clown the wrong way. "We're definitely in the finals." I got a bit teary eyed. Chelsea is just one of the rare things that can do that to me.

Second half of extra time. "Hang in there. Just hold on." Pressure was on us actually. If the scum scores again, we'll have to wait another year. Drogba relieves me by scoring another after a cross form Anelka. "I can't believe it. Finally we're in the finals." was written all over Drogba's face. "Finals. Vs Manchester United." is what I was thinking. 3-1. It's just impossible for us to lose it now. Somehow I still feel restless. I must hear the final whistle. While I was wishing and hoping, Babel scores. Cech lost focus for a split second. It's alright. So did I. Pressure came back. "We're almost there. Please."

It felt like forever. Time was somehow slowed down. Finally. The moment. Final whistle. I stared at the players and we were all thinking the same thing. "After all these years. Finally. The Finals. Champion of Champions." It was the best feeling ever. Ever. Well, that maybe because I don't feel much about anything else. Anyways, Moscow, here we come.

I'm done.
Afan.