Is Andres Iniesta single?

An apology to quite a few of my readers, but, on this night of all nights, I am inexorably compelled to talk about football.

Tonight was the second leg of the second Champion's League Semi-Final: Chelsea versus some team from Spain. I think they're called....Barcelona? Anyway, the game was absolutely fantastic. Chelsea shut out Barca brilliantly, Essien scored the sweetest left foot volley of the season, and going into second half injury time, it looked all over for the Catalans. But as anyone who watches football knows , its not over till the mistake prone 'man in black' blows his Acme Thunderer. And so it was that in the 93rd minute, the ball fell to a certain Andres Iniesta on the edge of the box. With one casual swing of his right wand (foot), he stroked the ball beautifully into the top corner, thus consigning Chelsea to another season of European despair. But in a sometimes beautiful, sometimes ugly, but mostly atmospheric match, football was the real winner. That and Barcelona. And me, courtesy of Chris' habit of making stupid bets.

Today was also exciting for a non-football related reason (if there can be such a thing). I was wandering around the Student's Union waiting for my more academically inclined friends to come out of a lecture (don't worry Mum, I wasn't meant to be there), when the building was stormed by more Security Operatives than are employed at Fort Knox. Feeling like an inmate at Alcatraz, I managed to look completely unshady whilst standing next to the noticeboard for 25 minutes. The police were called, and then, somewhat suspiciously, all clustered around the men's toilets. But eventually they dragged out someone more white trash than a pile of pigeon droppings. And that was it. Quite exciting really.

Song of the Day: Electric Feel - MGMT. Includes the line "put your circuits in the sea, this is what the world is for." Sorry to disappoint, but that is NOT what the world is for. The world is for watching Barcelona sweep all before them in a tide of the greatest football of our lifetime. Just sit back and appreciate it.