I’ve refrained myself from this place because I might just go overboard with the whole sports commentary thing.
So I know it’s called the Football Fever, but I didn’t know this was a fever I just couldn’t sweat out.
So I waited.
It isn’t doing much good.
Best get it off my chest.
“…you’re going to rave about it online…” read the text message from Aisya, all the way from Melbourne after Liverpool had won the FA Cup a couple of weeks ago.
A very tempting thing to do, thought I, but I might as well be honest. As much as I’d hate to acknowledge it, the FA Cup final was one of the worst games I have seen Liverpool play. Defence was appalling. Rare mistakes made by defender Jamie Carragher and goalie Pepe Reina were discomforting to watch, the left-back controlled by John Arne Riise was weak, Xabi Alonso wasn’t playing his game and the only solace that could be sought was Gerrard made up for it by superb double goals, and the display of the usual never-say-die spirit Liverpool is undeniably so famous for. Admittedly, West Ham was the better team that night. They were stronger, had more class and style, and were definitely more deserving of winning England’s most prestigious Cup. Unfortunately, Lady Luck just wasn’t smiling upon them that night and it finally led to Anton Ferdinand missing in the penalty shootout, which secured Liverpool’s win.
There is no way I’m going to say that Liverpool should just forfeit their win and hand over their trophy to the Hammers since a win is a win, and who in their right mind would surrender a title? The way in which it was won though, should have been a lot better. 11 people texting me their congratulations provided little comfort.
To whom it may concern: I didn’t want to admit to Liverpool’s poor play that night because as Man U/Chelsea/Arsenal fans, ya’ll are just going to add insult to injury by menokok tambah-ing irrelevant comments and making attempts to induce me into mouth-bashing my own club. Malas nak layan malam tu. But I’ve admitted it, ok?
A word of advice: its best not to sms me when a match is on. I won’t reply until the next day, unless you’re commenting on the game. It isn’t that I don’t want to, but I’m usually busy texting and replying to others who’re watching the game as well, and that’s one heck of a network right there.
On the Champion’s League final:
Oklah, I only watched the replay the next day because I fell asleep 5 minutes before kick-off, but it turned out I didn’t miss anything much. Ronaldinho and Henry didn’t shine, the ref must have suffered a slight case of dementia for sending off Lehmann, it was sad to watch Pires on the bench since it was his last game with the Gunners, and that’s all I have to say. The game was boring, nothing spectacular to comment on. I might innocently add here that Arsenal has won my respect. Come on, 10 men on the pitch and leading against the Catalans has got to count for something.
Whew.
Now I can breathe easy.
Enough said here.
