Over here in Spain, the Champions' League football matches start at 8.45 pm. This causes me some difficulty as by ten o'clock I am desperately attracted to the land of nod. Not infrequently, I fall asleep shortly after the half-time break. (I know, I know, it's probably something to do with advancing senility.)
It was therefore with some pleasure that I managed to last the course during this week's matches, despite the extra time played last night and notwithstanding the fact that my viewing on the internet the previous evening (Barca-Chelsea) was accompanied by a first half commentary in German and a second half commentary in Russian. Both matches seemed to me to be of the quality to be expected in the semi-finals of such a prestigious competition. So, even allowing for Mr Guardiola's ill-fitting (too short) grey v-neck sweater and the regrettable habit of modern footballers to fall over and roll around at the drop of a hat, I am left with the satisfactory conclusion that it is still a beautiful game.
Roll on the final!