Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year

Tripping Along The Ledge

champions league final


Last weekend, thirty gurning, fat-headed repressed homosexuals groped each other for 80 minutes in Murrayfield to determine whether Leinster or Leceister could call themselves European champions in a sport that 90% of Europeans don’t even know exists, let alone participate in. Tonight is the real deal.

Kickoff in the Champions League final is almost upon us and, I gotta admit, I’m running around like a kid on Christmas morning. This year the two best teams, with a dozen or so of the continent’s most exciting players – Messi, Ronaldo, Iniesta, Rooney, Henry, Eto’o, Giggs, Xavi, er… John O’Shea – will battle it out to see who lifts the only European trophy that matters. Read the rest of this entry »