MOBE obviously hasnt seen me from two yards in, dead center of the net with no goalie and skying it over the bar. Hammered the shot, at that. And it was a ground-roller. No bumps in the pitch. I have yet to see Ronaldo's miss because I was sleeping. Douglas even tried to get me up with a "Dude, your favorite soccer team is on today." thanks to JimmyB. None the less, my lack of finish was worse. I dropped to the ground after that impotently frightening attempt and pounded my palm into the cold half-frozen tundra, ending up with a numb hand for the second half. It certainly wasnt a courageous 45 minutes like our resident DaveyBoy played with a broken collar bone but my heart had just been shattered. The only football I saw this weekend was the last 3 minutes of the Middlesborough game. Crouchie should have got those points. Oh well.