I watched the whole damn thing. I sat and watched the 93rd minute, the celebration, the players hugging, jumping, smiling, and the trophy presentation. I took my medicine as a man. We were out played, out ran, out skilled, and out manned in all ways. I had to take it as a supporter. This is what makes you stronger. As I sit here in my white kit, pondering another beer, I wonder what this loss will do to my team. What will Man United look like next year? Time will only tell. Right now I have to watch the highlights, the reports, and hear freaking Tommy Smyth talk (yes I believe he hates English football) all over the freaking place about this game. I will do it, because that is what you do as a fan, because you believe you will be here again, and you will win.