There's a miracle in store...

At last, a day to the rival the one's of old, snow, trouble, and giant football, out of nowhere! F*****a hasn't even spoken to me for years and the first thing he mentions is the giant ball. We spend the night throwing snow and then in the underpass playing giant football and snow games, the whole night, and then the stories we were told, crazy. Oh, and Gerrard scored that screamer.

It's only when we believe we're dead that we realise that we are still alive

Last night proves there is still hope, and the snow is metaphorically my tool again and S*****r was crazy with it. It's bizarre to conceive how different it was in early 09, when the snow was a hindrance, how it was causing me to fall backwards, to lose, and to hurt. At the end of the year I would use snow to my advantage, and would even confront my biggest enemy with it, and ever since it's been my tool, been dominated by me rather than the reverse. Title hopes would be ridiculous, but that's my philosophy. It's never too late!