It’s always a pleasure to watch the top two contenders make it to the final and then for the best man to walk away with the ultimate prize. Of course to be able to really enjoy that we have to first be able put aside our biases, as a contest between the best is always a mouthwatering prospect but a hell lot of a times it comes at the expense of one’s own preferred candidate.
Now this candidate could be anyone from the several men competing to woo and marry the lone girl in ‘The Bachelorette’ or our favourite clubs in contention for the biggest glory in club football – the UEFA Champions League. I know many would scoff at the above comparison, some even wanting to kill me, but don’t worry I have my heart (and brain) in the right place and I, don’t watch the show. That was only for people for whom sport and more importantly football, is gibberish.
I, for one, decided to put aside my preference for Chelsea and relish the Wembley final between Barcelona and Manchester United even though the latter is a team I’m not too fond of. Well, that, is without a doubt an understatement. Of course, the fact that Barca is another favourite of mine made it much easier to do so.