Gutted

I'm crushed. I'm miserable. I'm drinking heavily.

My boys - my beautiful, brilliant Man United Red Devils - were knocked out of the Champions League. They did not lose the game. They won 3-2. They lost the first leg 2-1. Even out? No. Thanks to the "away goals" rule, they were eliminate. I'd rather see a penalty shootout. I'd always rather see a penalty shootout. I wish they'd be consistent with their rules. If we'd finished 1-0, we would have moved on. We finish 3-2 and we're out. How much sense does that make?

Borrowing from my Brit pals, I'll say I'm gutted. Where's my D to comfort me? :(

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