Worst case scenario: May 23rd arrives. Manchester United have capitalised on their home-lead over Milan and now find themselves in the European Cup Final. Lined up opposite them, the old enemy. Liverpool.

A night of reckoning. The greatest rivalry in club football to play itself out on the world's biggest stage for the first time in history.

Such a night requires careful preparation and planning with meticulous attention to detail. You call all of your mates, arrange for the viewing to be held at your house, “borrow” your folk's enormous plasma screen for the day, organise snacks and, most importantly, purchase plenty of fuel to see you through the night.

Then the unthinkable happens. You arrive at home with your mates and are faced with every man's worst nightmare – a girl's night has been organised on game night. Faced with a dilemma of upsetting your better half or of missing the match what would you do? Or rather, what would Carlos do?