It Just Wasn't To Be. Congratulations Liverpool. A Tale of Disappointment, Taken Seats, and a Blown up TV

Well Tottenham lost 2-0. It wasn't a great game with both teams not playing the best of their abilities. It was a disappointing end to a great run. Both teams deserved to be there and in the end Liverpool edged it. The penalty inside the first two minutes was a bitter pill to swallow because in my opinion it was never a hand ball.
Myself and my father went down to our local early to get our normal seats. The pub we go to is never packed so we were confident that the seats would not be taken. But when we went in the fecking seats were taken. 3 big boned Liverpool supporters had taken our lucky seats.
We wandered around like a couple of Germans wondering where to sit. It reminded me of a funny time at a bar in Germany. I remember when I lived in German we used to spend all our time in an Irish pub. The Germans were like clockwork in their drinking habits but also their seating habits. They always sat in the same spot. So when I was sitting at the bar , Ray the barman used to tell me that Uwe and Natasha will be pissed. There's someone in their seats. The pub which was huge (photo below) by the way was empty apart from a seat in the window where another couple sat.

3,2, 1. 6pm Ray counted laughing rubbing his knees with glee on the iminate arrival.
Like clockwork in walk Uwe and Natasha. They looked up. Seen someone in their seats.A look of devastation and disbelief came across them. They were distraught. All plans went out the window. They discussed at length where next to sit. In an empty pub. Their evening was ruined by these two blow ins having a chat in their normal seats. Normal people would sit down somewhere else. Uwe and Natasha stayed standing at the entrance of the bar giving the evil eyes to the other two patrons in their seats. I nearly fell off my stool laughing at these two.
Now I was Uwe and my father was Natasha. We were 4 minutes late someone told us. These burly fatheads had taken our seats where we have watched all our champions league matches. The owner of the pub was keeping the seats for us but he had to leave. Someone fell down the stairs at his house and had died so he rushed home leaving the guardian to our seats into the hands of the unknown.
We did a quick survey of the premises and ended up sitting in our Christmas eve seats. In the middle of the pub beside the barrels. Not a bad spot for viewing the champions league final as there was a second television. The downside was the waft of urine coming from the men's toilets.We were in the firing line. I don't have a good sense of smell but my wife Aoife was gonna come down for moral support and she has a better sense of smell than a beagle.
We got a pint. Drank it fast to calm the nerves. The cousin and a few friends arrived in and sat next to us. The pub started to film up. The main subject of conversation was why weren't we sitting in our normal seats. Harry Kane was playing which was a good thing. The game started. Just two minutes into it Liverpool were awarded a penalty.
For fuck sake from our side. Get in from the Liverpool supporters.
Salah converted. 1 nil down. Someone mentioned Ramadan and Salah was unable to eat until half time.
Who gives a shite if he can't ate said one person
Once he is allowed score I don't care who he worships said another.
It was all good fun. Spurs started to play well and needed just one through ball to get one back. But it didn't happen. Half time came and we noticed that the television on the other side of the bar smoke coming out of it. Then there was a flash and television went off. We looked over and seen that the three lads that took our seats were not happy. They had to stand and watch the second half over our side. I was delighted. If we didn't win at least I had this little victory. I love karma and it has always been good to me.
The second half started and everyone was around the one TV. The moon landings didn't have as many people around a TV set like this. Again Spurs killed the game off but they were 1 nil down so they needed to take risks. Liverpool crought on Origi and he got a second just before the match ended. It was signed sealed and delivered for Liverpool.

I am not that hungover today. My wife wanted to go early because of the smell of piss in the bar. It's not all bad though. It is disappointing but I am happy we got that far and I have the great memories of getting to the final. Also there is always someone worse off. The owner of the bar has to replace a television and bury his wife's friend who fell down his stairs. Plus I have the week off!