Posting here after a long time. I went into one of those lulls when you can’t think of anything worthwhile to write. I am feeling a bit sleepy as I write this courtesy of the champions league semi-final between Barcelona and Chelsea which I watched yesterday or rather early today morning. It was at least worth the wait unlike all those matches which Arsenal lost despite me cheering them on late into the night and into the wee hours.
Any soccer fan who loves free flowing attacking football interspersed with lovely first touches will agree that justice was done today when Barca beat Chelsea. There seems to be a jinx on teams like Arsenal and Holland which makes sure that they mesmerize the audience with their play but refrain from winning when it matters. It is very logical for an Arsenal supporter to have Barcelona as the fall back team to support and so I cheered Barca today when they played Chelsea at Stamford Bridge.
I actually switched on the TV pretty early to watch The Fellowship of the 
Rings. All the three movies in the LOTR trilogy are masterpieces of film making and will probably be hard to beat for years to come. The movies have a superb cast, awesome visual effects and a sound track which will never fail to give you goosebumps. I was toggling between the movie and the match, but the match didn’t seem to be very interesting with Chelsea netting the first goal. When the movie ended I switched to the match with about 30 minutes to go. Barcelona were attacking with their silky passes but they failed to make any in roads into the Chelsea defense. Chelsea on the other hand were frequenting Barcelona’s penalty box. Barcelona still had the majority of the possession and some luck too with the referee ruling out some valid hand ball cries from Chelsea inside Barca’s penalty area. Abidal was sent off when the referee judged that he had tripped Anelka.
Barcelona continued to attack with ten men. Messi and Iniesta exchanged 
good passes and released Alves on the right whose crosses were frustratingly poor. I watched with bated breath hoping that Barca would net that crucial away goal and prevent an all English final.
When Iniesta scored in the 3rd minute of stoppage, I was overjoyed for yet another boring English side was knocked out and the kings of soccer had returned.
