Still got your health

I suppose it could have been worse. I mean, it's probably more demoralising to lose in the final to Man Utd than in the semi to Chelsea.
The Reds were simply outplayed in the opening half and Drogba's first goal was a blinder - he managed to place the ball into the smallest gap in the goal face. It was fortunate that Chelsea had missed a few chances and Liverpool went into the second half still with a chance.
Fernando Torres took his chance after 64 mnutes and put the score level. At this moment, we recollected moments like this in the past; a draw in a crucial Champions League match. They all had a common ending - Liverpool won and penalties decided it.
Indeed, penalties did decide the game, but there was only one. Hyypia clumsily brought down Ballack in the box and Lampard needed no excuse (but he gave one: his late mother) to send Reina the wrong way and put the Blues back in front.
Then the scousers crumbled.
It all happened so quickly. One minute we're drawing, the next we're 3-1 down. I don't think I even saw Drogba's second goal because tears were obscuring my vision. It just was not right - Liverpool are the ones who pull out the special performance in these kind of games but Chelsea humiliated us. There was one Blues fan in the pub who was screaming his head off when his team's third goal went in. To be honest, I just felt like ripping his head off.
Babel's goal in the dying minutes of the game was a consolation and if it had been the winner, we would all be reliving the moment in our heads and describing it as the goal of the season. But it wasn't and Liverpool lost, so it was just a another goal.
Ah well, as they say, 'It's only a game'. At least we've still got our health.