OK, so this marks one of the biggest weeks of football in my life. Blatently, the biggest week ever was in 1999 when 3 games in 10 days decided the Treble, helped me to lose my voice, and is possibly the reason why I'm not a commerical airline pilot (and that's a different story).

On Wednesday night, United will take on Chelsea in the final of the Champion's League. I'm looking forward to this game so much. We have a chance to win our 3rd Champions League title, and to do it against those upstarts from Stamford Bridge would make it all the more sweet.

Chelsea are a good side, but we do their players feel the need to start a war of words with every club they play. I know that it was one of Mourinho's favourtie tactics, but he's gone. What price Paul Scholes hitting the winner?

On Saturday, I'm taking George to London to watch Hull City. They play Bristol City in the Championship play-offs, the so called £60m Shoot Out. The winner will play in the Premiership next year, and it would fantastic for the city if Hull could do the business. It's reportedly the biggest city in Europe never to have had a top flight football team. A 6-1 demolition of Watford saw them into the final, and hopefully they can carry on in the same vein of form.

So, by Sunday morning, hopefully I'll be happier than I am today.