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Imagine how excited Blueshite, Mancs, Chelsea and all the other assorted bitter shitbags were at half time. Imagine how sad they are now. UP THE PISS-TAKING, PISS-BOILING REDS!!!

This team is something different. Totally outclassed in the first half, mainly tactically and probably to some degree mentally, then we manage to turn it around completely in the second and in the end there was only one winner. Love you Klopp and love every single one of these players!

This is classy.

Spatchcock chicken

Just arrived. Is spot on. I am 6ft 1" and a slim 11 and half stone and the large fits me dead on - really good fit.

Scooby Boo

Our tenth European Cup final, our third under Jurgen. He’s only here six years. A Europa League final in there too. Crazy stuff.

KONATE has been outstanding second half.

Went for an interview for shifts at BBC Breakfast years ago, they asked me who my favourite presenter was. I said Susanna Reid, and he said 'why? But keep it clean.'

If I haven't mentioned it earlier, fuck Lo Celso, the little rat cunt.

Fairly comfortable in the end. The mighty Reds are off to Paris!

Hysterical fannies on Comms We're drawing with HT coming soon. I fancy Klopp to get them back on track and find a goal

I was only 7 years old at the time, but I still vividly remember watching our first European Cup Final in 1977, at times with my heart in my mouth and ultimately with a lump in my throat. I tell you this, this feeling doesn't get any less special. Now win it lads, you deserve it.

I would much rather see this Villarreal side have success than Man City, Man United, Chelsea or PSG. Everton’s behaviour was worse last week.

David Brooks at Bournemouth has been declared cancer free and given the go ahead to resume playing again after successful treatment for leukaemia. Great news.

My youngest just had her 31st. She is overshadowed these days by her daughter,our grandaughter of course,who was 2 just two days later.

When you wake up and realise it's your youngest child's 35th birthday.

K-1995

Been a really tough 48hrs but starting to process the loss. Rui was a rescue cat who was left abandoned with a broken leg. As much as he feels totally irreplaceable, totally feels right to find somebody else in need of help. Some more photos of my best mate.

And so to the second leg, which we go into holding the scoreline that this season has often left us confused as to whether we should stick or twist. Villarreal have been a tough nut to crack in Europe this year (and last), getting great results against Juventus and Bayern along the way, but then they’ve never been dominated the way they were in the first leg at Anfield. We squeezed them so thoroughly they just never had an out ball, and with better finishing we would have been out of sight and probably able to rest a few more for the second leg. That’s not to say the attitude would have been one of “job done” by our players or staff, but there would certainly have been an approach of merely getting through the tie unscathed and prepare for bigger battles to come. Avoidance of both complacency and flawed decision making are the key for this game. Class. Organisation. Luck. Liveliness. Ingenuity. Nerve. Accuracy. I don’t ask for much. Our history with the Spanish side is very short, having previously only played them in the semi finals of the Europa League in Klopp’s first season. The first leg took place at the end of April 2016 at El Madrigal, the Spaniards’ compact stadium. It was a nervy affair for both sides, with few chances. Our best two were an early effort from Allen that found the keeper when it should have found the corner of the net, and a second half shot from Bobby that was palmed off the post by the Villarreal keeper. Very late on, Bert broke clear from halfway but sliced high and wide from just inside the area as he was closed down by the defender. Unfortunately, Villarreal broke down the other end, Bert was out of position and Kolo for some reason had dropped back much deeper than the rest of the defence. Denis Suarez was picked out in space on the right and he squared for Adrian Lopez in the centre to tap into an empty net. Instead of coming away with a 0-0, we would have to stage a recovery at Anfield. Fortunately we had shown we were well capable of that under the Anfield lights, and a week later we won 3-0 to earn a place in the final in Basel. The box office in April 2016 was topped by Jon Favreau’s photo-real animation take on the 1967 Disney classic The Jungle Book, itself based on the short story by Rudyard Kipling. Much like with the photo-real animation (and this time almost shot-for-shot) remake of 1994 classic The Lion King 3 years later, I find myself judging it against the original, perhaps unfairly. The original two are my favourite of the Disney animated films, and The Jungle Book holds special nostalgia value for me as it’s the first time I can remember seeing a film at the cinema. It was the early 80s and the local Odeon were showing it, so my mum decided to take me, our neighbour’s son and my cousins to see it. We were treated to the works - giant boxes heaped with popcorn, Ribena (or maybe Um Bongo or similar) juice cartons, pick ‘n’ mix, ice cream, you name it. And yet the film was utterly captivating and so much fun! Make no mistake, the latest adaptations are both brilliant in their own right, and not just visually, but they lack the aura of the originals. The voice cast in this one is uniformly excellent, though I still think George Sanders’ voice is better than Idris Elba’s for showcasing the quiet menace of Shere Khan, the story’s Big Bad. The 2016 film has both Bill Murray and Christopher Walken having a whale of a time as Baloo and King Louise respectively, so what’s not to like? Will Villarreal be as smothered as they were at Anfield? Will they come out and give it a good go? Will the ref be a slapdick or be fully aware of Villarreal’s attempts to make the most of every challenge? We need to make sure that we don’t do anything silly, never mind relinquish the advantage we built in the first leg. Motivation, attitude and application are the watchwords to avoid the complacency I mentioned before, and fortunately Klopp, the staff and the players are not prone to reading too much into any event, whichever way it goes. It’s all about relentless focus and if we can build on our advantage and kill the tie off early, perhaps the “bare necessities” will suffice for the rest of the game. We’ve even got our own King Luis! Ahem...anyway, let’s just get the job done. It’s served us well thus far.

Made myself a chorizo and eggs breakfast to mark the occasion. A sort of culinary half-half scarf, if you will.

Was sitting rather self-satisfied and smug late in the game... and cast my mind back to the doom and gloom in the first few months of last year. And this crazy thought emerged, that we might not be anywhere near Paris, if it weren't for a last minute goal scored against a relegated team. By our goalkeeper. Funny old world.

Owen next to the other two, playing Ronnie Corbett: 'I know my place'.

Newcastle fans, (who I presumed had all gone to ground following our utter destruction of them on Saturday), suddenly giving it large all over my FB feed at half time. So nice to stuff it right up their arses once again.

A poor man's Ray Reardon

Come on Milner, get your customary yellow and kick Lo Celso in the bollocks

On reflection, I need to stop being as optimistic as I have been of late.

Garcia, Suarez, Diaz. Our hit rate on players called Luis is incredible.

Cunt away goals no longer counting double.

I said in earlier rounds when we happily coasted through second legs - it starts bad habits that are hard to break. Loads of smart arses insisted it was fine. Well there's the proof. It was ideal for them - mad fans, lousy conditions, ripe for chaos if you started badly, and a target to chase. It helped that their captain apparently has a free pass to flatten our players whenever he fancies, but we've got to master the conditions, play to feet, make space and calm the heck down.

Keita repeating his Madrid game from last season.

I've been to Villareal but didn't know I was in Villareal. It was quite nice. Which I think we can all agree is a thrilling anecdote and sure to inspire the boys to victory. Looking forward to this, I think it's going to be a belter.

Slow cooked beef stew in a giant Yorkshire pudding. The pud isn’t home made but it is mid week.

100% mate. Just walking through the door and having a laugh with lads and women you've built up a friendship with was a big part of the buying experience. More often than not I'd play on events that involved the people from the shop I bought my tunes from. Having them tell you what's new and if they think it's any good or if it's shite and then you can all talk about it or plans for the next event. You can't do that on Beatport. It's another reason why people can't enhance/develop social skills. We used to look for picture discs or limited edition promos. Anything eye catching drew you straight in. It made the journey more worthwhile and gave you that edge over DJs if you had the latest promo and they didn't. A download is easily more accessible. Same on this point here. I was talking to a lad at work about vinyl collections and his was more late 70s early 80s stuff, predominantly Gary Numan. Huge Numan fan he is. He would look for anything and everything by Numan and his bands of the time along with anything else he liked the sound of. But, he would always go for picture discs or covers that really caught his eye. I'm sure he said he has a tattoo based upon a Numan album cover. I've kept everything in the sleeves they came in as that would make my life easier in my record box that I carried to a gig. A lot of my stuff is in black sleeves but with a label on if the vinyl was a white label. The only time I would replace a sleeve is if it was badly damaged. Usually my prized vinyls would end up in a plastic wallet along with the original sleeve. I have a full set of vinyls from a specific label owned by Lee Butler, Les Calvert and Mike DiScala (BCD Records) and every single one is in a plastic wallet. Two of them are going for silly money on Discogs. This one in the pic below (orange disc) is going for £75:

Sorry to hear about Rui, MR. It's been a week since Furnando died, and I'm only just getting back to some sense of normal, but it will never be the same around here. It's cliched, but try to think of the all the good times. Don't focus on the tragedy, or it will eat you up.

Apparently Ronaldo played his best match for them yesterday. As a result he’s claimed he’s not finished and will contribute next season. Wonderful news. Realistically it would take them 2-3 seasons to rebuild and possibly fight their way back. Now Ten Hag has a difficult choice. He can rely on Ronaldo next season, short term that’s probably better, but it will disrupt the rebuilding process. Alternatively he could try to squeeze him out, facing outrage from the ”fans”. Catch 22 really, isn’t it? Someone’s having a real laugh, they got Ten but need a new eleven.

Putin's approach to war is the same as my approach to DIY, I just keep hammering shit until it breaks and eventually I give up and call someone's dad.

I think the fact we only beat them 2-0 at Anfield is actually a positive. It's tight enough that the players know they can't relax. Hopefully as Villarreal have to score to stay in it they push forward a bit and we can see some vintage Mane and Salah at speed on the counter to put it to bed. Cono ellas en el bastardo.

Maybe but then I'm sure you could say that about a lot of players. I would say he has done pretty well in managing those demons, he has clearly suffered mentally in several ways at the hands of snooker yet has strung up a huge array of ranking titles despite the anguish it's caused him through the years and played through anyway. He clearly absolutely loves snooker and hates it in equal measures. You'd say his longevity is pretty much unprecedented, except it's also happened with Higgins and Williams! I guess my point is yes maybe he could have won more with his talent, but similarly a lot of troubled genius' don't achieve a fraction of what he has in the game. I thought his composure was staggering, I can't think of a better example in sport of someone overcoming so many mental challenges and coming out this successful. Maybe Tyson Fury? But Ronnie has battled himself for 30 years and that has always been his toughest opponent.

Peri Peri chicken with salad.