If your mouth opens not to motivate but to complain,
And your actions speaks nothing but a foul attitude,
Then you ought to be out of the team.

If you think the team revolves around you,
Or you deserve a superstar treatment,
Then you ought to be out of the team.

We don’t need big-headed people who thinks it’s a waste of time to be benched,
Nor do we want players who points the finger to everybody except themselves.

We’d rather have 11 Average Joes than trying to accommodate 11 David Beckhams.
’cause we believe that…

Individuals win matches, but teams win championships.

So the night ended with the Scousers’ dream of lifting the Champions League trophy twice in three years, dashed. With that, Liverpool ended their season with no new trophies being added into their collection.

‘AC MILAN 2 - 1 LIVERPOOL‘ the scoreboard reads with ‘Pippo’ Inzaghi being the heartbreaker of the Merseysiders. As much as I hate this particular Mr Offside, I have to take my hat off for his predatory, and occasionally lucky, instincts.

People don’t remember runner-ups; only winners shall be engraved.

I know the feeling. Manchester United was cruelly dealt with in the FA Cup final where they lost to a solitary goal by Didier Drogba.

Sorry to say this but being a true blue red Man Utd fan, I was happy that Milan took the trophy home.

Only real fans understand.

Pictures’ source: Getty Images

Life has been tough but it has been made wonderful by the company of my friends. I just can’t seem to bring that unhappiness out of myself whenever I am with them. Thank God for their existence, else I would have been a much worse person than I am. Thanks to you guys I found a new meaning to live yet another day, happily.

On another note, my team lost 5-3 in a friendly soccer match with some bunch of NYP students. Frankly speaking, the scorelline doesn’t even reflect the true reality of the game.

Most of their goals can be deemed as ‘tyco’. A few was blasted from the middle of the field which they found ample space to shoot from. One goal even caught us off-guard when they fired a shot straight from the kick-off spot and the ball somehow… flew and flew and flew and finally whistled into the net. It was a foul but I don’t wanna go into technical details here. Que sera, sera…

But there was no referee and thus, a benefit of doubt is given to them. What will be, will be…

To make things worse, we didn’t play against a team. We played against an individual. This certain ‘No. 16′ was their playmaker - spraying passes around, shooting from long distances and dribbling his way through our half. The rest… well let’s just say they are making up the numbers only.

I felt bad ’cause I played in central midfield position but didn’t cover my defence and track that stupid ass. I certainly do feel responsible for the poor match but I’m taking it as an experience. I don’t wanna play the blame game here. I always believe that when we win as a team, we lose as a team.

But hear me out first! I pulled both my calf muscles in the second half and whooosh!!! Like magic, they scored 4 goals and we scored none. I swear the central midfield position is cursed. Even my midfield partner had both his calf muscles pulled. Gosh! We can’t even run, tackle, pass and shoot properly! How to play like that?

Like I said, the scoreline didn’t reflect the true reality of the game.

Mum, you are not even talking to me now. Fine… let it be that way. But don’t blame me for doing the wrong things. You yourself are keeping mum, pun totally intended.

Champions of EPL 2005/2006

What a humiliation.

Man U got thrashed 3-0 at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea’s very own fortress. What the hell!!! Chelsea can lift the League trophy in front of many other teams but NOT Man U? It’s such an unhonourable honour!!! And to add salt to the wound, Carvalho scored the last goal as if he’s Chelsea’s main striker all season.

My brothers and I reached Chijmes at around 6.30, an hour before the kick-off and we were so jittery that we couldn’t enter due to our age limitations. But surprise, surprise! There were a lot of bars but there were open-spaces too! Which means we are able to catch the BIG MATCH LIVE on the big screen. One major downturn: We had to stand. =(

Cristiano Ronaldo, as flashy as your skills may look, you are really nothing. At least for now. You are such a failure at big games. Today’s match goes to show just how immature you are. And Silvestre doesn’t deserve to be a Man U player by any means. He just made the ah pek wandering near my block look like a world-class defender.

We actually toyed with the idea of buying a drink and sit in the area designated for the pub patrons but in the end the manager told us that we need to spend at least $50 EACH before we can rest our bums on their seats. WOW! Any political party wanna tackle this issue here? I think we should adopt the policy of ‘chope-ing seats with whatever you have including a packet of tissue’ islandwide.

Worse still, Rooney got a bad, bad injury. The pain and agony written all over his face seem to show that he’s gonna miss the World Cup this coming June. Terry was hobbling on the pitch just now too but he just refuses to go off. Now it looks as if he’s gonna have a lengthy time on the treatment table.

I’m like so packed these weekend!!! I don’t even have time to go window-shopping! But let’s see what’ll happen on Monday. I hope the shops will still open despite it being Labour Day. Will it? Speaking of which, my mum promised to give me some part of her Progress Package money. YEAH BABY YEAH!!! But that money will most probably be used to make a new pair of specs and contact lenses. =(

No Terry, no Ashley Cole, no Rooney; Campbell and Owen lacking match fitness. And the who’s-gonna-be-England’s-next-manager saga is just never ending and done so unprofessionally. Bye-bye to England in the World Cup? It’s kinda sad but a reality after all..

I guess wearing my red underwear didn’t work after all huh?

If you have not recognized it, that man wearing the number 23 jersey of Real Madrid is none other than Mr David Beckham.

If you had not heard it, that is the very same man who was nicknamed ‘Goldenballs’.

Now not everyone has the opportunity to see the truth behind that nickname.

I guess some people are more than willing to go the extra mile to see the ‘truth’ with their own eyes.