What’s more important than cars??? Oh, of course, football. More important than anything. But it is definitely worth mentioning this car which, unlike yesterday’s, is a ‘proper’ motor. With window-winders and a gear lever and, most importantly, chrome. I love chrome. And it has never been deployed more beautifully than on a 1961 Mercedes 300SL. And again, compared to the Koenigsegg, this one is ‘only’ a million quid!!! And it looks it.

The football was a disaster. FA Cup semi-final decided by the middle toe-nail of a man from Coventry. That’s by how much he was judged to have been ‘offside’ by a VAR team with absolutely no sense of occasion, no clue about ‘doing the right thing’, too pedantic to appreciate ‘the romance of the Cup’.

Manchester United strolled into a dominant, dare-I-say ‘arrogant!!!’ 3 nil lead against lower league Coventry. As a team of their stature (for those with good memories) should. ‘Brushing them aside’. Already gearing up for the final against Man City. But then they remembered they are in fact a Ten Haag team and conceded 2 quick goals to enter ‘squeaky bum time’. Near the end of which, the now inevitable happened and Coventry, much to their credit, scored the equaliser. The crowd went mad. Certain people (no names) in their own homes went mad. There was mayhem. And then extra time began. And had almost finished, injury time at the end of extra time, and Coventry scored the winner. Everyone went wild. I was running round my lounge trying to think good things about Coventry. Then anything about Coventry. I got as far as Lady Godiva and that was it. Because…

VAR had overruled the goal. All that celebration, all that ‘giant-killing’ all that ‘serves Man United fucking right!!!’ was all for nought. An announcement was made: “yeah, sorry to all you Coventry fans and others who just like to see the mighty fall, I know you got a bit exited about scoring the most important goal of your team’s entire history, you’ve lost your voice from screaming, shed tears of joy and wonder and are already online trying to book tickets for the final, but us tossers, sitting in front of a screen 70 miles away have decided to make all that unhappen. Because we can. Never mind”.

I hate VAR. I hate VAR. I hate VAR.

Happy Monday

A xxxx