I'm writing this blog in Zurich where I arrived for a short business trip yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately my arrival in the hotel was greeted with the news that Chelsea had comprehensively done Spurs' legs three nothing and Manchester United had revived that old hit of theirs, the 96th minute winner against Manchester City.

I'm writing this post in order to bring some hope to you men (mostly), whose partners for life give them a hard time over their fascination with the beautiful game. I'll start at the end:

In May 2009, a business trip "forced" me to go to Barcelona. The trip happened to coincide with a home match against Villareal, and I hoped that the game would be the championship game.