You’ll be sick of reading my words by the end of the day, but oh well!

As you may remember, I’m off on my holidays very soon - on Friday in fact, for a week. I shall make a point of posting for you at some point on Thursday, after which it’ll be just over week before you hear from me again - not even my gaps in posting are as long as that!

Anyway - We’re taking CDs for the holiday as you would expect, for the journey there and back as much as anything else. We agreed we’d take a few each, but I want to take at least three of my own.

Two are nailed-on certanties - The Fratellis and ‘Costello Music’ because it’s fantastic, and The Anthems, compilation that Tiny got for me, because it rocks and is good car music.

The third, well, I’m not so sure. It’s between:

• The Kooks - Inside In, Inside Out - We both like the Kooks and the songs are good-mood tracks.
• Take That - Beautiful World - It’ll get me in Tiny’s good books, and I have been known to enjoy ‘Shine’ myself.
• The Zutons - Tired of Hanging Around - They sound great and it’s been a while since I played the album.
• The Feeling - We both like them, and I still don’t want Tiny to forget I played Nurse over seeing them
• Hard-Fi - Living for the Weekend - A dark-horse choice I feel - been a good year or two since we heard these guys and the album is good.

Well, we have and haven’t really.

Quite proud that My Perspectiva.com is going strong as we approach its first Birthday. The archives take you all the way back to May 2006 but that’s when I was writing a mere blog with Blogger - I think MP was opened around September time so still a few months to go.

Anyway - I was looking through the archives at some of the stuff I was writing a while ago - mainly at the World Cup from last summer, and my views on England and their performances are pretty strong. Funny really, that you could read my rant about how crap they are and not actually know that the reports are over a year old? That’s how great our ‘World Class’ England side is.

Also - speaking of coming a long way - this is my 206th post; so thanks to everybody who has a viewed, and the five of you who’ve commented! (Yes that is a dig - I’ve got proof that hundreds of you from some very odd countries come here, so stop being so shy, we’re all lovely!)

WELL DONE: Rovers win Promotion

We’ll be going through all the motions here if we’re not careful.

I think it’s going to take a while before I’m over Wembley, not as a game of football, because the importance of the 90 minutes as you would understand has long since faded. I mean more as an experience. I was very, very heavily emotionally-invested in this game, probably more than anybody. It was my prime, top hobby at its pinnacle, that’s big enough.

It was also one of the biggest days of my young career, which is pretty huge too. Let’s not forget the fact that it was all surrounding a group of people I’d consider close friends; certainly more so than last year. I was always quite close to a few of them but got to know some others a lot better too, so there was a lot going on over the weekend and it’s going to take a while for the emotional strain to fully go.

I guess that could explain, then, why I couldn’t watch Bristol Rovers’ celebrations after winning the League Two Play-Off Final without absolutely seething with jealousy. I’m happy for them. They’re a very nice club, with some very nice people, but barely three or four years ago, we were at their level and beating them, now they’re in League One and we’re still in the Conference, and I just wish it wasn’t so. I don’t think it stopped me being happy for them but I felt a bit bad, a bit selfish, for being so jealous.

Doesn’t make me bad, does it?

PAIN REMAINS: Maybe next year……

This is all a bit strange. I like Liverpool, it’s a special affiliation I have with them rather than the kind of thing you get from folks who support teams like ManYoo yet can barely be arsed to check their scores on Teletext on a Saturday. It’s much more than that, but certainly not enough to make me really upset that they didn’t win the Champions League tonight; I’ve got no sympathy after seeing the defending for Milan’s second goal.

I am upset, though. Mainly because it brought all of the memories back from our trip to Wembley, which is still affecting me quite seriously. Whoever said football is just a game a) just obviously wasn’t there and b) should have my boot up their arse.

Ever since 12 May, I’ve felt like I’ve embarked on a revenge mission. I can’t say it’s something that’ll die down eventually because it’s not something I think about every waking moment, but it is something I think about.

I am absolutely desperate, beyond belief, to get back there and win the Trophy Final. Someone asked if winning promotion there would be good and of course it would, but only winning that Trophy (and only AT Wembley) will ease this anger. I sometimes find myself getting consumed by the idea of celebrating the way I wanted to on that Saturday night, and remembering what I did instead.

I’m sure it’s not healthy. Getting there and losing the thing would probably finish me off.

No wait. Going out in the First Round to Bath City or Hemel Hempstead or something; That’d do it.

Now really; do I have to say anymore? I hope it hurts, boys.