Maybe tomorrow, I’ll do *that* post in response to *that* post in response to *that* other post. Maybe. But all that nonsense pales into insignificance when Sheffield United get through to the sixth round of the FA Cup:
These the scenes at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane as Chris Porter put us ahead in the dying moments. He scored again a couple of moments later to make it 3-1. Cue international delirium.
The match is on DSTV at midnight and I’m probably going to be good for nothing tomorrow.
UPDATE: And here’s some (*cough*… “amateur”) video of the penalty.
I stayed up awfully late watching football last night, especially since Mrs 6000 was getting up at 4:15 to head to the airport and I was getting up at 6 to get the kids to school and the me to work.
But it was SOOOOO worth it!
After 119½ minutes of… “uninspiring” (polite terminology) football and with the threat of a penalty shootout looming large, Sheffield United substitute Shaun Miller stooped to head in from a couple of yards out after a towering header by Harry “Harry” Maguire, sending the visitors’ huge and vocal contingent into ecstasy.
I may have shouted a bit too.
I’m suffering today – Scoop even commented on the “big blue lines” underneath my eyes this morning – but, fueled by imported Caribbean coffee, I’ll somehow make it through to this evening. However, please be warned that today’s productivity may be slightly reduced.