Hi, PhBell fans!

Well, was that the Champions League final that you expected? Ha! Thought not. Almost everyone who has stopped me in the street over the last week or so (and there's been loads) thought United were going to walk all over Barcelona.

It would be easy to see why all you casual fans would think that. United are a great side, with a superb manager. Wayne Rooney, Cristiano Ronaldo, Ryan Giggs, Park Ji-Sung – all fantastic players.

But most of us inside the game, all the other top players I chatted to about the final, we all reckoned Barcá would be able to get on top and dominate with the ball – and that's exactly what happened.

You know, I do read the comments that you leave below, and I've noticed that I do get a bit of stick from you guys about being biased towards the English clubs, implying that I don't know a thing about what goes on in the other European leagues.

That's a load of nonsense. Really winds me up to be honest. Let me tell you right now that, without wanting to sound like I'm swelling off, I probably know more about European football than all you guys put together.

Obviously, the fact that I picked Barcá over United to win the final just proves it. And not only that, I could name all the Barcá starting line-up just from their photos. Apart from that young lad in midfield that no-one had ever heard of before.

Just because I've never played in another European league doesn't mean I don't know what goes on there. For example, it's amazing how much you can learn from football games on the PC and Xbox 360.

Hope that clears things up. Anyway.

I invited a load of the lads round to watch the game with me at home, on the big screen with cinema surround-sound. We usually have a right laugh when we all get together, but this time everyone seemed a bit more serious.

Normally when we all get together to watch a big match at someone's house, we'd get a bit lairy, have a few beers and that. Start jumping around on each other, pulling each other's trousers down, horsing around like lads do when they get together without women to distract.

This time, though, it was dead quiet, everyone was really concentrating on the game (although there were a few comments about how amazing the picture quality was on my HDTV).

From the first whistle, we all agreed that Ferguson got his tactics wrong. Ronaldo down the middle, Rooney on the wing? That was never going to work, was it? United needed the boy Ronaldo up against the creaking bones of Carles Puyol out wide.

I think, basically, the pressure got to old Fergie. Perhaps his age caught up with him and he forgot who played where. I don't know, but he pretty much had a nightmare, didn't he? He basically lost United the Champions League with his tactics.

You know, with how gutted he must feel right now, I wouldn't be surprised if he shocked us all by suddenly deciding he is going to retire, right now. And it might not be a bad thing for United if he did. They could do with a bit of a fresh start, I reckon.

Just look at Barcá's coach, Pep Guardiola. League, Cup and Champions League in his first season? What a legend! I can't believe he's only 38 years old. He's got to be the coolest manager in all of Europe.

Perhaps United could do with someone young and fresh and chilled like him to come in and shake the club up. Fergie can take a job upstairs, entertaining the corporate guests at Old Trafford on match days or something.

Whatever happens with old man Fergie, it will be interesting to see how United bounce back next season. They might be looking at bringing in a few new faces in the transfer market, just to shake things up.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the final as much as I did – and I hope it proves my European knowledge to all the doubters out there!

Although I'm officially on my summer holidays now (GET IN!), I'll be back to blog next week on the crazy roundabout that is the transfer market.

Until then, PB.