Three games to go.


You know what I absolutely adore about football?


The passion is one of the most beautiful emotions ever.



Eight out of ten people I talk football to told me this is not United's year. It is Chelsea's turn. Bla bla bla. They said it much, and so convincingly so that I have sinfully and regretfully
(but only ALMOST successfully) convinced.


At the 90th minute, I knew that if we have failed to score, that would be the end of us this season. Really. Regardless of the outcome of the Spurs-Chelsea game. It would have been quite an end for us.

And again sinfully so, I started telling myself "It's okay Jaryn. We can't win every year. There's always next year. It's okay. It's okay." I have sort of already given up.



And as I was It's-okay-ing myself......GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
WHAAAAAAAAAA GOALLLLLLLLLLLL PAUL SCHOLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
I WAS JUST PUNCHING MY FIST IN THE AIR LIKE I WAS A PRO-BOXER (you hear me tyson!)






JARYN! YOU SHOULD KNOCK YOUR HEAD ONTO THE WALL FOR NOT HAVING ENOUGH FAITH.


OMG. THREE POINTS! We won! We did it. It does not matter if Chelsea would have lost or won. We have won. And we did it against Manchester City.
FEELING ALIVE? Only if your heart jumping out of the body is feeling alive!


Of course, it was all that much sweeter that Spurs won later that night.
So we are now only one point behind Chelsea with three games to go. I won't go into saying who's got a tougher last three games though.


I think it's all really up to how well we can win games now. How we are able to WIN the game and WIN it. WIN IT. And while we WIN games, of course there's hoping Chelsea drop points also, or it will be mathematically impossible for United to win. But that, really, is for Chelsea to worry about.



Surely now, I have faith that we can. Nothing is impossible? Heck impossible is nothing!