Missing final could be least of your worries

True confession: I spent a fair amount of yesterday’s game unable to make out what was going on.

I know myopia is generally attributed to the man in black with the whistle, but this sportswriter has often heard ‘I don’t know what match you were looking at’ shot at him by members of the public.

Granted, there was plenty of white wine available to me before, during and after the game, but I didn’t take anything harder than a cup of coffee.