Good FA Cup Final, eh?
Billy hates me watching football on telly, though. There he is, sat next to my feet trying to get my attention focused on the ball he wants to play with; and I’m watching a ball being played with on the telly. And then, when Steven Gerrard equalised to make it 2-2, and equalised again in the 90th minute – with one the best goals I’ve ever seen – to make it 3-3; well, Billy was off then, scampering into the other room to hide. He doesn’t enjoy me jumping up and down and screaming. I had to apologise and give him a biscuit after the penalty shoot out, as he looked thoroughly miserable, hiding underneath my desk wondering what had happened to me.
“We won the Cup, Billy!” I explained.
“Yeh, whatever,” he replied.