The Village. One more semi-final game. Please, correct my mistakes It started raining so we went to the pub to watch the game. Dave brought us a couple of beer. After a half an hour the game started. Pavel swithed his tablet on and we began watching. I dreamed to take part in the game so I felt like I was on the pitch, watching that translation. F..king common cold! Due to this sickness I didn't go to Liverpool! Well, the only thing that I could do at that moment was watching the game. I couldn't explain what was going on then. Perhaps I overturned more pints of beer than needed, but I saw Johnson's double by the twelfth minute. "How does he do this shit? You often meet him, maybe you're able to explain, commie?" I asked. "Commie. Infinite joke!" "Take it easy, I'm just joking." "Then imagine something original instead of repeat the same rubbish again and again. Well, as far as I know Tommy takes the training process seriously. I know, this sounds unbelievable as he likes to get drunk. But he often runs crosses after the trainings. So we can see the result." The game finished with the score of 4:1. However we harly hoped on draw before the game started. "Seven O'clock. Do you want to watch Arsenal-Chelsea?" I asked Pavel. "Do you find this interesting?" "What do you mean?" "Rangers against East Village. I'm absolutelly sure that this match is more important for us. They begin right now. We have to figure out who we will get in the final." I though that he was strange before.Local pride. What could he know about this? I didn't know. Maybe I was wrong. "This is exactly what we need." I just replied.