Manchester United are out of the Champions League.
They’ve done an Arsenal by crashing out in the Round of Arsenal.
PSG coach Tomas Tuchel now looks as if he might be able to compete with Klopp and Guardiola and Real Madrid and Juventus.
PSG won 2-0 at Old Trafford and it was the first time United have lost a Champions League game at home by a two-goal margin.
With Pogba having been sent off at the end for a second yellow card, United are not gonna win by 1-0 in Paris, let alone 3-0.
PSG didn’t miss Neymar or his ego and he won’t be there long anyway.
Mbappe, a predator with blinding pace and surreal skills, is a cool young guy playing in his home city. It’s his team now.
You almost always need a top coach to win the Champions League and Tuchel might do that in the next couple of years.
I’m hoping Spurs don’t go the same way tonight.
Just came back from the shops and had the chance to ask John, my gambling greengrocer, about Borussia Dortmund, who are top of the Bundesliga. He says they’re “very good”.
I’d decided to wind Jan up 24 hours before Valentine’s Day and John gave me a deal on 16 very fresh red roses.
Yesterday I had two cinematic experiences.
After our pilates class one the girls told me a story that followed on from something I’d told her last Tuesday, and I was visualising it, experiencing it as a scene in a comedy film.
That’s very unusual, as I almost never think in moving pictures.
Last night Jan took me to see Vice, where Christian Bale plays Dick Cheney.
After Tony Blair and George W. Bush invaded Iraq on a lie, I gave up on politics. I realised that all politicians are liars, that all governments are corrupt, and that most countries are run by billionaires and multi-billionaires.
But after half an hour of Vice I was thinking, “This is the best American film since Dr. Strangelove in 1964!”
The Republicans want Cheney to be George W. Bush’s running mate, so the pair have a private meeting: