The added time explanation

Ok Mark Hughes, you want an explanation about the "too little too long" extra time of the derby?

First and foremost, I'd like to say that FIFA's rule book says that a referee has the discretion to allow more but it can never be less.

But still, here goes;

The added time was 4 minutes.

Bellamy's celebration took 56 seconds.

Carrick's substituion took 30 seconds.

So;

90 minutes + 4 minutes + 56 seconds + 30 seconds = 95 minute 26 seconds

And Owen's goal was scored in the 95th minute and 27th second.

It's simple mathematics here, no?

Besides, it could have been City who scored, no?

:)

You should just stop whining, no?

Spurs not spared.

Tottenham Hotspurs 1 - Manchster United 3

Defoe's breathtaking bicycle-kick goal inside the very first minute of the game meant it was going to be a very typical Spurs-United game.

(Read: Come from behind! :p :p)

United did not go into a panic mode. Instead we remained calm.

Overall a pleasing performance, we played much better than we did against Arsenal, and when Giggsy scored, you could just feel it coming. All of it.

It was a pity Scholed got red-carded as I thought his second tackle was not necessary. But the bright side is that even with one man less, we could play well as to still win.

:)

Equaliser by Giggsy the living legend.

Well done mate!

Anderson's first goal this season!

Rooney. RAWR!!

Good game and three points in the bag.

Bring on Besiktas!

So I made it..

There were less drama this year. Just a lot of thinking.

Just plain;

I did it. Wow. Now breathe. And breathe again. Go buy yourself a new pair of shoes. Breathe. A new lipgloss too. Followed by a good meal. Breathe. Then dance your ass away at SS or something.

Breathe. Breathe.

When the partying is over, and your feet whispers and tells you,

"Hey Miss Owner, I am aching all over. You might be high on the Guiness so you don't feel it? But I feel like chopping myself off your wasted body."

(Hypothetically speaking of course, since I am a proud teetotaler.)

So okay. You sit down. In your bedroom. Maybe by the beach.

What next? Breathe. Breathe? What next. What. Next?

Can I just stay in the here? In the now?

In this Yay-I-Just-Graduated-Let's-Go-Shopping world?

And then when tomorrow comes, it's another Yay-I-Just-Graduated-Let's-Go-Shopping!

And the day after tomorrow?

You bet, another Yay-I-Just-Graduated-Let's-Go-Shopping!

I can go on and on and on and on.

But no.

The world is out there. For you. And for me. To conquer.

Intimidating is the word. But FIGHT is a bigger word.

You've got to try. I've got to try, no?

Get over the wonderings. You might as well sit and home and watch your ceiling for 10 straight hours and then feel like crap for the next 10 hours.

And then you would have lost almost a day. Gone. Just like that.

Have you watched Up?

Yeah I want to be like Carl.

You know? Do anything anytime. All consequences be damned. Be damned.

I want to tie balloons to my house and fly to South America.

(Of course with a grown-up Russell who hopefully would have dropped some pounds, lol)

Breathe. I did it. A law graduate. I've worked this hard and come this far.

But so what? Nothing has changed. I have not changed. I never want to anyway.

So. Breathe. Are you breathing? Because I am.