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A failed conference interpreter gets 130.000 euros a week for coaching a bunch of semi-literate mercenaries, while a brilliant interpreter like myself sees half his currently decent though far from exorbitant earnings swallowed up in taxes. Football is rotten to the bone.

Or indeed for the first time ever, since no London-based team has actually won it before. I doubt it will be this time though, and in the previous 15 editions of the CL bar one my doubts have eventually become reality.