Sunday, March 21, 2010
MAN UTD vs LIVERPOOLRevenge is sweet. Like sugar, like honey, like that lollipop my niece is sucking. Like Peach Tea, like syrup, like Wayne Rooney and Ji Sung Park. (I swear I'd try to make a song out of this someday.)
It's not just about winning, not just about getting that 3 points, it's not just about Chelsea drawing with Blackburn to give us a clear clear lead on the EPL table. It's not all that. It's about charging at Benitez's boys with a force that has been strengthen after four defeats at their hands, and finally ending the 90+5 minutes with victory. It's about watching Neville celebrating and knowing that he is as much as a fan of United as he is a player. It's about seeing the fans waved their green&gold and cheering 'Glory Glory'. It's about watching every single one of them on the pitch and knowing that they have practically became part of our lives, although God help us all, they would never know who we are. That's what it's all about.
Today, after the match ended, I learned one thing - if you're not match fit, then no matter how much you believe in yourself and your team, you're still NOT match fit. Stop trying to be a hero, Stevie. There have been speculations about him not coming on for the match, but I guess Liverpool, like every other team, needed their captain on that field to absorb the spirit and passion emitting from him. But as the match progresses, it is pretty obvious that Gerrard is close to being somewhat non-existent. Either that, or he's getting old and dying. You choose. =D
Gerrard, here's a food of thought from a humble and logical lady's perspective - gather your boys in the palm of your hand, grab as much of them as you can, if Lucas slipped through your fingers, just leave him, AND RUN FAR FAR AWAY FROM RAFA BENITEZ. Benitez can come, pick Lucas up and probably both him and his, er, godson, would go sulking in one corner of Anfield for the rest of their lives. I may not, and never will be a Liverpool fan, but I am a passionate football fan who encouraged healthy relationship among football rivals. Hence, I have all football team's best interest at heart. This includes Liverpool. And I wish to see them back on form, climbing the league table and finishing at least at the fourth place this season. Getcha' head in the game 'Pools, getcha' head in the game.
While on one hand I feel that Benitez should give up his job as a manager and apply to be a P.E Teacher instead, on the other, I wish that Sir Alex was immortal and would never retire. It's an impossibly wonderful thought but alas, semua yang hidup itu pasti akan mati (jyeahhhhh). I hope that whoever takes over would ensure many more fruitful meetings with Liverpool. I hope that person will ensure that we emerged victorious in every game against Everton and the original big three. I hope that person will ensure that if you declare Ryan Giggs fit for a match, make sure he is REALLY fit to be at the starting eleven.
Hrmph. Strategies aside, although Sir Alex must have had some pretty awesome ones, I was disappointed that Giggsy and Berba didn't start. It has got nothing to do with the formation or anything, it's just the fact that I want to see them. That's all. I don't feel right watching a match without the presence of Giggs and without Berbatov's handsome face to distract me - he is the only solace available after Ronaldo bailed, and I am making full use of him, whether you or him like it or not.
Fast-forwarding to Torres' first goal, I blamed it all on Neville. For not marking the Spainard, and ultimately, for being short. If don't adore him badly due to his gung ho-ness when the match ended, I would have given half the curses I flung at El Nino, to him too. But like Liverpool, the presence of a captain on the field strengthen the boys' chemistry further. Well, I dunno how true this is, but I sure as hell would like to believe so.
So would Rooney, I supposed, when his penalty nearly faltered if it wasn't for his quick move after the rebound. It gives you this kind of butterflies, no, dragons in your stomache and you wish you didn't have to look because we all know that missing a penalty is the worst kind of heartache you can ever have when it comes to football. If it was Ronaldo, it would have been a miss for sure. If it was Beckham - okay nevermind, let's not get to that.
The many debates going on regarding whether we should have gotten that penalty is still circulating around the net. I haven't bought the morning paper, but I'm sure the Sports headlines would be about that too. Ladies and gentlemen, all is fair in love and war AND football. The man got a yellow, we got a penalty. If you don't want a penalty, then that damn man would have gotten a red. The referee's fair, I like him and I think he controlled the game well. Particularly because he was, or still is, a bodybuilder and the way he stepped between Fletch and that other wretched dude was commendable. Good job ref.
So our day was saved by a certain Park Ji Sung and Liverpool's YNWA brought on a whole new different meaning now - You'll Never Win Anything. You said so yourself 'Pool.
For now, focus people. Chelsea has a game in hand. Let's pray hard they draw again.
MANCHESTER UNITED 1 - 2 LIVERPOOLTuesday, March 16, 2010
DROWNINGI'm not dead. Yet.
Although like you and everybody else, I thought I am. Until I jolt to a wake from a dream about being Demi-God and Percy Jackson's girlfriend, and found myself staring at a screen that spells out MANCHESTER UNITED 3 - 0 FULHAM. That's when I realized, for the first time after such a long long time, how much life is exhausting me from focusing on my lovely little boys in red.
I have gone through ridiculous lengths to keep this blog alive and I ain't stopping now. Eventhough I may be drowning in wedding preparations, overdued school assignments and the frillion lesson plans I have to prepare for my students, I will try to he best of my ability to keep this blog running as though I truly have Old Trafford in my pocket.
Sorry for the hiatus and lack of updates. Please do not think for a second that I have forgotten about the boys. I still watch all matches; I just didn't have enough energy and redbulls to allow me to do a perfect commentary on them. But I'm still alive. Still in one piece. Still wearing red and white - and urm, green and gold.
'Til they die or fold. LUHG. =)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
DEVILS AT HEART, LIONS BY BLOODWe have lost. We have won. We have lost again. And we have won again.
It has been a bumpy ride not just for my lil' devils, but also for me as you might have noticed from my lack of updates. I swear to God i almost gave up again on this blog - what with work, assignments, committments and everything else. But i have come to realise that closing this blog would also mean closing up my opinions and thoughts on my lovely boys in red. And boy, that's a HELL LOT of thoughts i gotta close.
Furthermore, this is the only blog that i'm actually proud to admit that i own. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW RIDICULOUSLY TIRING IT WAS TO DESIGN THE BANNER, LAYOUT AND SIDEBARS? If i were given every dollar for each effort i put in for this blog, i would have gotten married and have seven kids by now.
But nah. This is all done out of sheer passion for Manchester United. And it was because of this very same passion that i stole a minute (or 60 i would say) from my busy life to come here and ensure that i haven't run off to Spain to be with Ronny. (Not saying that i wouldn't do that. I SO will. I missed his "wanna-kena-whack" face SOOO much that i'm getting toothache just thinking about it.)
After that near-death experience with Liverpool, i salute Sir Alex for whatever motivation or prep talk he had given the boys because i saw tremendous improvements from every one of them since they left Anfield with heads hung down. Though we had to admit defeat to Chelsea as well, the boys played so well that i actually wished for Draco Malfoy to come to Sengkang and fly me to Old Trafford on his Firebolt. (Although i wasn't sure if Malfoy had a Firebolt. It was mentioned the last time he was on a broom, it was a Nimbus...he is rich though, he could get a Firebolt anytime he wishes. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY ALTOGETHER...)
I have noticed that Valencia is slowly coming out of his stupor. I have noticed that Micheal Owen get a fair share of play here, much more than Newcastle could ever give him. I have noticed that Rooney has shone once more like he did when he first don a United jersey. I have noticed that Berbatov is a silent killer. And i have noticed that we could finally bury Cristiano Ronaldo and Carlos Tevez in Stretford End's graveyard.
GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED.
During the match against Everton, the boys were in fantastic and marvelous form. After Fletcher scored his goal, i told myself that even if they were to lose 3-1 at the final whistle (i was reminded of Spore did Thailand at the National Stadium), i'd still be proud of every single frigging one of them. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder - they are the best in my eyes.
And speaking of Singapore...were extremely disppointment with that performance. But hey. I am a Devils at heart, but FOREVER a Lions by blood. So when i take my international break from Old Trafford, i'll still be wearing red and cheering Baihakki and the gang on.
I want the Singapore boys to know that we've got your back. You may think we don't like supporting local football...but there are still some of us who will be there for every match. Look at them, appreciate them, and thank them. Quit trying to appeal to the rest to come and support. These few people deserve to sit through a worthwhile match. And if you getcha head in the game, naturally it will attract the masses.
And i want my dearest devils to know that we've got your back too. You may never in a million years stumble upon this blog...but someone in small little Singapore wishes to one day set foot on Old Trafford - wishes she made on her birthday every year for seven excruciating years.
(Side tracking a little: happy 20th birthday to me. LOLS.)
It's all about the passion. It's all about knowing that you have to respect the other team. It's all about keeping your heads high despite whatever. It's all about being true fans to the end.
But ultimately, it's about knowing where your loyalty lies. Mine is signed, seal and delivered - MANCHESTER UNITED.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
LIVERPOOL vs MAN UTDThe dread feeling of logging into Facebook is still there. The argument circulates like wild fire and it breaks my heart into tiny little pieces everytime. And the only reason i'm finally updating this blog is because i have found my inner strength and is proud to admit that i'm partially healed from that terrible terrible heartache my lil' devil boys have put me through. Nevertheless, i'm still proud of every single friggin' one of them.
The match has made me more afraid than ever for Edwin Van de Sar's retirement if it eventually comes. I could not imagine playing a match against worthy opponents like Liverpool and not having Edwin around. Imagine Foster guarding our post with Fernando Torres charging at him. We'd be lucky enough if he didn't run up to Torres and try to grab the Spaniard's feet. God the Almighty, please help United strengthen their defense when Edwin's gone. Please please.
Everybody is going about how Liverpool is the better team, well, no doubt about that. But that doesn't mean United played like they were giving up football and trying out for the cricket team instead. We fought 'til the end and their lost didn't dampen my hopes on them coming out as champions of the EPL again.
I have begun to realise the magnitude of the importance behind Owen scoring a goal at Anfield. Didn't happen though because Carragher decided he wants to be murdered by Manchester United fans around the world. However, Micheal Owen deserves all the respect he should get from Old Trafford and Anfield. Liverpools fans have always been known for their graciousness, but it was gone that night. And they've got the cheek to jeer our sportmanship when we throw out beach balls on the field. Look at yourself first, Anfield.
But hey, the better team won. Unfortunate for us, because Scholes would have felt the significance of winning this match - the first time in a match that he actually did a near-perfect tackle. Well done to you Scholesy. You're never too old to learn. I'm so proud of you - i think we all are.
To Liverpool - congratulations for making it to the fifth place in the league table. Congrats Rafa for getting to keep your job. Stevie G and boys, continue your climb to the top of the ladder. All the best, and may we meet again.
To the rest of my fellow supporters, we may have fall, but we fell with pride. Despite that lost, we're still one, still strong, still glorious. We didn't win that battle, but i'm certain we'll win the war.
LIVERPOOL 2 - 0 MANCHESTER UNITEDFriday, October 16, 2009
SUNDERLAND vs MAN UTDAnticipation of 25th October. Too much of it that i can't even bring myself to comment about the match against Sunderland.
We didn't play our best. But we fought til the end. That is enough for me.
Next up, Bolton. Then, then, then, then, THENNNNNN...
LIVERPOOL.
I'm practically giving my fiancee the cold shoulder until the day arrives. RAWR.
SUNDERLAND 2 - 2 MANCHESTER UNITED
Saturday, September 26, 2009
STOKE vs MAN UTDToday, Giggs forgot again how old he was.
But i'm not complaining. It's funny how being the oldest and the one who supposedly have the least stamina, he was actually the most consistently on form, the one who never fails to assist brilliantly and the one who deserves the title of the Man of the Match again and again and again.
And unless you lived on Mount Everest, in a small cave which is sometimes frozen over, with a full grown yeti for fifty years and couldn't get reception as good as we got it here, then you'd be mad to disagree with me. You saw the match, you saw Ryan Giggs, so you would obviously see how he turned the game around the moment he stepped on the pitch.
I respect the way he kept the boys in control; pacifying whoever that wanted to go against the referee, and trying to coax the referee into understanding that Scholes have had troubling tackling since he first decided he wanted to be a professional footballer, so please pardon him and don't give him the yellow. Didn't worked though, cause Scholesy still got the yellow, but hey, he escaped the red and that is saying something. Atleast Paul Scholes will retire with a trophy that says 'A Legendary Playmaker and Footballer - though he can't tackle for nuts.'
Anyhow, we still love you, Scholesy. And we love you too, Giggsy. *salutes* A statue of both of you, outside Old Trafford, coming soon. I'll start the petition.
My spirits was initially down at the start because i found out that Liverpool was leading with 4 goals, and my lil devils are still at a goal-less draw. My El Nino was on fire today and he brought Hull down so easily as though he was playing against Tampines Rovers. And just for those who had never known, i was a huge fan of Fernando Torres during his days at Athletico Madrid. My heart broke when he joined the reds because i was looking forward to see him play alongside Ronaldo. But i guess he's doing Liverpool good now and he is excelling with the club; i wish him all the best with them. But he'll always be my El Nino. No matter where he is. Just like Ronaldo. Man Utd or Real Madrid, doesn't matter - still my Ronny forever.
Back to my lil devils, I was frustrated at myself for commenting to my sister that Nani actually is kinda cute - in a bangla way, that is - and then saw how he kept doing those avoidable mistakes. And i hated the fact that Valencia couldn't replace Ronny in a way that everybody expected him to. I was thoroughly disappointed in the two of them, but there are compensations from the rest. So Valencia and Nani, pull your socks further up for the next game or Sir Alex will throw you to Singapore and bring Alam Shah here instead.
Fletcher and Evra were the two commendable players for today's game because they have tremendously improved themselves in every aspects and were showing it for the world to see. And if Neville retire and they have to official pass the band to someone, I'm rooting for Fletch. =)
The first goal from them was incredible. Perfect play by Ryan Giggs and a comfortably well shot by Berbatov. But it wasn't the goal or the assistance from Giggs that made me feel it was incredible. Instead, it was the way Berbatov scored and then straight away pointed at Giggs to give him credit. Modest, humble Berba. I like that so much i can't even describe it in words. He makes me smile and warms my heart. Very good character, Berba. Definitely my favourite player right now. (Until Sir Alex decide to play Kuszczak, that is. Something tells me he looks cuter in turqoise than Foster does.)
So we didn't win 6 - 1 like Liverpool did. But hey, Chelsea got trashed by Wigan, which means we're claiming back our top spot. Now that should calls for some popping champagne. Though i can only pop F&N bottles over here (maklumlah tengah rayer ni kan..), i have faith that they will eventually make Sir Alex proud. And should he ever decide to retire after this season, then i'll need to run to the reserves as fast as i can.
Why?
Because i will need to grab Solksjaer and dragged him to the first team squad. He HAVE to take over whether he likes it or not. No choice my man, but we'll talk about that some other time. For now, hello Sunderland.
STOKE 0 - 2 MANCHESTER UNITED
Monday, September 21, 2009
MAN UTD vs MAN CITYI don't care what others say; it was still a beautiful and absolutely awesome derby. And if luck have been on City's side instead of ours, you would have thought the same too.
Football is a tough and unpredictable game. There's bound to be controversy.
Much have been said about how the referee had sided Man Utd too much, and thus not wanting the game to end until we won it. Whether it's real or not, one side still won it and you've got to swallow the bitter sweet truth if you want to keep on watching football. If you're gonna mourn over it, sulk like there's no tomorrow and round up your Kop friends to start a 'WE HATE MANCHESTER UNITED' facebook group, then you honestly should consider watching golf instead.
It was an interesting match right from the start where the players did their handshake. The interaction between Tevez, Evra and Park was enough to make me smile. Knowing how the trio had been the best of friends when Tevez was still in Man Utd, i had looked forward to Evra and Park letting Carlos Tevez learnt his lessons for the snide and rude remarks he made about Sir Alex earlier this season. And, i wasn't disappointed. Good job boys.
There were a lot of players to be praised and commented on for yesterday's match. I'm finding myself paying more attention to the rest now that Ronaldo ain't here to distract me with his handsome face and fanciful footworks. =)
Berba could have done a hat-trick if Foster was playing for City instead. But unfortunately, it was the extremely talented Givens instead, so poor Berba didn't have a chance. The others made up for it though. Rooney was great, Park did well to assist, Fletcher stepped up to the promise he made years back and Giggs, well, Giggs deserved a statue of himself.
But the one person that i could never get enough of eventhough he didn't come on every match is Michael Owen. Seeing him wearing a United jersey, scoring for Manchester United, celebrating with my beloved Red Devils...all of that still seemed so surreal.
I might cheer and shout at their win, but i was actually sad at the way others had looked at the match. Okay so we gotta admit it was more in United's favour and the referee was a die-hard Man United fan or whatever and the way the match prolonged was unnecessary. But hey, if it was Liverpool or Arsenal or even Man City who was in United's position, i think you too wouldn't give a damn about it as long as your team wins.
Where's the love, man?
Football rivalry is healthy, no doubt. But too much of it, too exaggerated and too overboard is just pure nonsense. I know guys would kill because of football, but they really should start a 'RESPECT OTHER TEAMS' campaign. I'm all for United and of course naturally hate the other teams too. But Liverpool, Arsenal, Chelsea, Spurs and City have great players too. And i respect that. Without good rivals, you will never have a good game. And if you can't have a good game, you'll never be a good team.
I hope there will come a day where 'I Hate _____ Football Club' is tarnished from the face of Earth.
For now, good job boys. Let's go meet Stoke and keep up the spirits.
MANCHESTER UNITED 4 - 3 MANCHESTER CITY
Saturday, September 12, 2009
SPURS vs MAN UTDVan de Sar's absence is still bugging me, no matter how much i gushed over Foster's beautiful turqouise jersey. I am afraid that the moment he recovered well enough to resume his keeping position, it is already time for the man to retire. That would be a bummer because as much as i try to love Foster, i still subconciously blame him when a goal is conceded...even if the fault lies with the defenders.
That was why Football Channel pissed me off last night. I hated that replay of Defoe's goal.
Too early. Too soon. Too fast. Too furious.I had rejoiced at Ferdinand's return, only to mourn it the next second. And while both my eldest brother and my fiancee are cheering in front of the tvee set to the much annoyed Man Utd supporters in my living room, i managed to break a smile. Because though Spurs had taken the lead so early in the game, the red people i saw on the pitch are the people i finally recognized as my champions. They might have taken some time, but i truly believe that Manchester United is back.
Giggs played like he'd forgotten how old he was. That freekick would have put Ronaldo to shame so much that the Portugese might as well burn his Real jersey and trudge back to Stretford End. (And you might have guess that the above statement came from my run-off-the-mill evil twin sister, Mrs. Aveiro, whose main purpose in stating that was actually to say that despite whatever, she still wants Ronny back.)
I applaud Anderson for his first ever goal for Man Utd and Rooney for stepping up to his game, reminding everyone why Wayne Rooney had been the talked of the EPL so many years ago when he first joined United.
Although there had been times where i prayed that Berbatov would get a chance to score a goal. Give the poor man a break. Everytime the ball gets on his feet, he'd get booed by White Hart Lane. Don't worry Berba, i feel you. Maybe that's why Sir Alex substituted you. He was afraid that if you score, you're gonna do an Adebayor. =)
And speaking of red card...why am i not surprise when Scholes got send off? The man could never learn how to tackle even if it meant saving his life.
But hey, 10 man and still, we went strong. Still, we played all out to defend our championship. Still we're the best team in the world; win, lose or draw. 10 man and we proved that Ronaldo and Tevez are burnt pages in our history books.
10 man and still, they played for you, Scholesy.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
MAN UTD vs ARSENALMy frustration peaked before half-time as i watched Arsenal score their merciless goal which left my lil' devils defense line flaundering at the well-aimed shot.
Ben flung himself to the right so hard, in attempts to save the ball, that i swear to God if he had gone just a little faster, his head would have hit the bar and Ben Foster would have ended the match not knowing what his name was. And if it wasn't for the fact that i LOVED and completely ADORED his jersey (nobody looked half as good as Foster in turquoise), i would have prayed for the concussion to happen.
And Van de Sar agrees with me. Look at the way he sits at the spectators' stand all by himself, immersing in the sorrow of not being fit enough to play. Edwin, please nursed your fingers to perfection, because when it is time for you to guard the post, we expect cleansheets. Thanks.
But nevertheless, as i have always repeated a few hundred times, Ben tried his best. So we should applaud him for trying to fill in the very difficult and extremely challenging shoes of Edwin Van de Sar. Just keep your head in the game. Evra is not going to assist you in your keeping forever, Ben. If he does, he'd be the goalie, not you.
My phone rang with 'Glory Glory Man United'. A sign, or so it seems to me, that we will be able to brave through this match. Although the person calling was my dearest Liverpool fiancee, who demanded to know what was Pool's score against Bolton, something gave me a little nudge again, indicating that my boys will win this somehow.
So when the match resumes during second half, i expected to see better play from the boys, instead, i was more distracted by the referee's antics. As the second half began, i hated the referee like hell. When the match ended, i loved him so much i would have teleported to Old Trafford just to give him a hug.
The many yellow cards collected during the match was ridiculous. The only one i agreed on was Almunia's. =) Call me biased or whatever, but if he hadn't gotten booked, Wazza wouldn't have scored that penalty. But with Carrick, Evra, Fletcher, Song and so many others getting the card, the match progresses softly - everybody was afraid to tackle, lest they get the red.
And it is times like this, i am so thankful that Scholesy ain't playing. O_O
I think anyone could see that Arsenal controlled the game and my lil' devils ain't playing the way champions should play. But whatever it is, they couldn't score, and arsenal couldn't score either. Diaby did great with the winning goal. But unfortunately it wasn't for his team. And Van Persie scored a brilliant last-minute. But unfortunately, it was offside. =)
And quoting a friend, "With the way Man U is playing, i would say they didn't deserve to win. But who cares."
Who cares indeed. We still bagged the three points, we still won, we still saw Arsene Wenger made a fool of himself by getting send-off and i still can't get Foster's jersey colour outta my head.
MANCHESTER UNITED 2 - 1 ARSENAL
Sunday, August 23, 2009
WIGAN vs MAN UTD=) =) =)
I did consider having just smilies throughout this entire entry because i believed everybody would know what i'm smiling about. There is simply no need for words.
Yes, i'm smiling at United's win. But that is just half of the reason. The other half was Liverpool's defeat.
=) =) =) =)
Should i continue the smiles? Nah. You've gotten my point.
Told ya to keep the faith, didn't i? After that humiliating lost at Turf Moor, something gave me a little nudge and whispered in my ear that my lil' devils will bounce back at the DW Stadium. I dunno what that something is, but thank you anyway.
I've always believed that the captain is the heartbeat of the squad. Neville has been out for decades and the boys went on match after match captain-less. Although Giggsy, Rio and O'Shea did a great job passing the captain arm band among themselves and spurring the team on, i've always wanted to see Neville back on the pitch. I wanted them to have somebody to shout and give orders to them. Somebody to lead because the captain arm band was rightfully his.
Neville returned to his team for this match, and i strongly believed that it was this which spurred the boys back to being their best. Thanks, Captain.
The match was smooth and although i shake my head in annoyance when Scholes tried to tackle because i know the man can't tackle even if it's to save his life, i thought the boys worked as a team brilliantly. Rooney got his 100th goal and Nani got possessed by Ronaldo's spirit. Or so it seems to me.
The step-overs. The free-kick goal. Yeah, definitely Ronaldo.
But the one goal which gave me the chills - was Owen's. Scoring for the first time for United in his second EPL appearace, i just brighten up when he celebrated his goal in front of the Man Utd fans. Thank you Sir, for allowing Michael Owen to retire as a Red Devil.
And thank you boys for letting your fans around the world know why we chant 'Glory Glory Man Utd' despite whatever.
WIGAN ATHLETIC 0 - 5 MANCHESTER UNITED
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I'D RATHER WALK ALONE, PLEASE.WHICH IDIOT DECIDED THAT IT'S OKAY TO HAVE A MANCHESTER UNITED MATCH AT THE SAME TIME AS A LIVERPOOL MATCH?
That asshole oughta have bullets shoved in his brain.
I spend my time watching ALL the season 1 episodes of Wizards of Waverly Place (David Henrie is cutest thing i've ever seen since Pygmy Puffs) on YouTube just to kill time so that i could catch Man Utd vs Burnley at 2.40am. But unfortunately, my futile attempts have gone to a waste because apparently my darling OLDER brother, who happened to be a Liverpool fan, just had to get to the tvee first. As usual, i lost...so here i am sulking away on my pillow hoping Justin Russo would give me spell that could transport myself to Turf Moor.
Okay so i don't really have them in my pocket, but so what? A girl can dream right?
BURNLEY VS MAN UTD
Thank you SKY SPORTS.
Well, no one can truly separate the lady from her lil' devils. Like they said - you can run, but you can't hide. I might not be able to see my boys in action, but i won't miss the match for the world, even if it means i could only READ them.
Told y'all that they're right there in my pocket. But i did mention that it's only Old Trafford in there, didn't i? So if they're playing away, i might have a little bit of a problem. (Never thought of that when you come up with a blog name, eh Id.)
All my years, i have either watched the match on screen during the stipulated time, or catch the rerun if i don't catch it earlier during the stipulated time, or watch from YouTube after they've recorded the whole match during the stipulated time. Get it? This is the first time i'm watching it from a live text commentary and i gotta admit, it's pretty useful.
It's only 8 minutes into the game and this live text stream has already given me so much information. Like finally, i learned that Anderson's first name is Oliveiro, without actually going to his biography page to find out. I also learned that Burnley has a Fletcher too, which got me a little confused until i realised OUR Fletcher ain't playing so it shouldn't actually be confusing. And then while i was gelling in all this new information inside my little pathetic brain -
- Blake scores.
Damn.
And from what i progressively read, Burnley seemed to be really taking charge now. It was a real breather just to READ that we were awarded that penalty but...it's also heart-breaking enough to READ that Carrick missed it. I dunno how it'd be if i was actually watching all this. I'd probably throw something at the tv set. We need a comeback. We need a comeback. We need a great great comeback. *chants it 50 times around the fireplace*
I wished that whistle never have to go off. It's already half-time and there's still no comeback from the boys. Why? BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A FIREPLACE, THAT'S WHY.
It really feels somewhat different without Ronaldo and Tevez around. *sigh*
And as the dreadful final whistle goes on, i was lucky enough not to have to watch my boys drown in sorrow at their defeat. It's okay guys. We have always started slow haven't we? We got 3 points, Liverpool got 3 points and there's still a hell lot more of fixtures to go. Gotta keep the faith, boys. Keep the faith.
Let's go.
BURNLEY 1 - 0 MANCHESTER UNITED
Monday, August 17, 2009
IT'S LIKE THEY'RE RIGHT THERE IN MY POCKET.Football is an emotional sport.
Or maybe, it's just me.
Having been a self-proclaimed Mrs. Cristiano Ronaldo Santos Aveiro for years, coming to terms with the fact that my favourite number 7 is now wearing a white jersey instead of red was not an easy thing to do. When my lil' devils lost the Community Shield to Chelsea last week, i cursed Ben Foster to the depths of hell (although i should have cursed Cech instead, but Van de Sar was injured, and i'm eloquent and bitter when Edwin ain't the one guarding our post). Frustrated that Ryan Giggs couldn't score a penalty (and blaming it all on Ronaldo's absence, naturally), i nearly gave up hope on the entire squad. I wanted to shut down this whole thing, because i could not think of a new name for the blog and did not have the heart to make a new banner; atleast not without my Ronaldo on it. And if Mark Hughes hadn't slip during that handshake, i'd probably never heal from my heartbreak.
Hee. Okay so it really is just me.
I'm not sure if it was the 6-day long MC i got from the doctor for my fever that eventually spurred me to revamp this blog and get over Ronny's departure. Afterall, their new 'V is for victory' kit looks good on each and every one of them; and they do not need a certain Portugese to be their poster boy anymore. I still love all of them. And i will never support any other team besides Manchester United; yes, that means even Real Madrid. And yes, that means even any club in the world that Cristiano Ronaldo goes to next - Barcelona, LA Galaxy, Liverpool, Sengkang Punggol or Home United; i really couldn't care less. I'm a Red Devil by blood, and that's what i'll always be.
It feels like the time Beckham left, didn't it? But i was too young at that time to truly felt the myriad of emotions i'm feeling now. I wasn't so dramatic and emotional then. Football was just a sport to me. Now, i feel like football is a soap opera or even better, a musical. (I swore there are times I thought Evans was gonna come right up and sing 'Getcha Head In The Game'.)
So now that this blog is up and kicking, and we rejoice ourselves for more Simpang Bedok and McDonalds meet-ups on important match days, i wish Sir Alex, Rafa, Arsene, Stevie G, Torres, Owen, Wazza and everybody else a beautiful season of football. May the best team wins.
Work load is to be expected, but nothing beats the ironically sheer excitement of going to work sleepy, because i stayed up to watch Giggsy and the boys do their magic. And it doesn't matter if they win, lose or draw, i'll still be basking in their glory, banging the coffee table in frustration, while splashing water all over the floor to my Dad's annoyance and smsing my dearest fiancee with chants of 'I'd RATHER walk alone.'
I'll be there as though Old Trafford is right in my denim pocket.
MAN UTD VS BIRMINGHAM.
Joe Hart will get murdered tonight.
By me. In my dreams.
If Man City hadn't loan him over to Birmingham, my lil' devils could have scored more for their first Barclay's Premier League match. Owen might even have followed the ever-so-cliche star debut by scoring one or two goals in his first EPL appearance for Man United. But unfortunately Hart was a great keeper, and it didn't matter that Valencia looked like Jermaine Jackson and Nani looked like the young Micheal Jackson when he was still black. They couldn't Moonwalk over Hart; he was too good.
And in contrast to Hart, was of course Foster who is still replacing my injured Van de Sar. I realised that i have not given Ben Foster the credit that he deserved. Although the moment where Evra had to help him in his keeping was NOT COOL, he still did very well and you gotta be blind to not see that he was doing his absolute best. Sorry i cursed you during that match with Chelsea, Ben. But i've uncursed you...so you should be alright.
I was slightly disappointed by United's performance because i expected better. And it didn't help that the commentator had decided that today would be a good day to mention Cristiano Ronaldo's name everytime there is a free kick or everytime the camera zoomed in to Owen and Valencia. Call me weird; but i swear that they ain't the same without Ronny. Owen in a Manchester United jersey still need some getting used to.
Still, Rooney's goal was a great skill of concentration and i applaud the boys for managing to bring home the 3 points. Because guess what?
LIVERPOOL DIDN'T.
Nyahahahahaha. Remind me to sms my dearest fiancee and taunt him til he get nightmares. This calls for a celebration. =)
So while still torn between Berbatov or Evans to be United's next poster face, i'm hoping and praying that like last season, they'll start slow, but eventually reach the top.
Have faith, guys.
MANCHESTER UNITED 1 - 0 BIRMINGHAM CITY