I'm nervous already.

I'm 24 years old and I feel like I'm one Champions League final away from an embolism.

Still, here's a reason to have faith...

Still the greatest night of my life.

And one can only assume that that's because, as a Scouser, you've got nothing but your memories to keep you warm. You've been living in United's shadow for nearly twenty years now, pal. Some day soon, we'll overtake your trophy count, and you'll be forced to admit it.

And that's why you're supporting Chelsea.

You do well in the Champions League, I'll give you that. By hook or by crook, you usually get to the business end of the tournament. But, to call it 'your playground'? Don't make me laugh. You were perilously close to being knocked out twice this year (in both the group stage and the quarter-finals), before a fucking decent team finally came along and put you out of your misery.

Besides, you've still only the one trophy to show for your 'dominance'. Quarter-finals, semi-finals, even finals - they're worth nothing. And unlike United, Chelsea - occasionally even Arsenal - you've had little (or nothing) else to focus on. Let's see how well Liverpool do in Europe when they're chasing the championship as well, eh?

'Your playground'? You've got no more right to say that than we have.