Matt Dallas.
Has the prettiest eyes.
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!
She.
She drives a car, flies a plane, walks a mile.
She colours her hair red, yellow or even blue.
She graduates from the best university.
She nails job interviews, she works, she get headhunted.
She works out in the gym and then night out for a gin.
She sits by the beach, she swims through the waves.
She writes , she reads, she even twits.
She follows, she foresees, she leads.
She sees, she hears, she tastes.
She laughs, she tears, she feels.
She thinks, she reflects, she resolves.
She dances, she sings, she plays.
She. She is a woman.
Happy International Women's Day!
Happy Birthday, Sharon!
These are the few of the hundreds if not thousands of pictures that we have taken together.
We have come a long long way since our first encounter on the 7th of July 1999 ;)
I'm glad that after all these years, we are still the best of friends..and I am sure we will remain the same until our awesome curls turn GREY! LOL.
Happy 23rd Birthday, my dearest bestie, Miss Sharon Gorgeous Pang!
Cheers babe, until our grey-hair days!
And so we won!
Final score, Arsenal 1 - 3 United
I cannot stress how much I adore Rooney!
Whenever he's in possession of the ball I just go all crazy and tipsy :D
Although we had a few misses which made me go "WTFFF", it was a job well done by the guys. Sir Fergie is a pleased man tonight! And I hope Vidic returns soon, I really miss him!
OH MY GOODNESS I COULD FIGHT A COLOSSAL GROSS BULL.
And I was so damn sure I could convincingly knock the bull down with just one flick of my left arm. Cogently, too.
Just before you can finish the sentence, "Ohh yay Chelsea drew and here's our chance to go top...", OH WAIT! We slipped up too. And we slipped up rather more awkwardly than them.
(Not as awkward as Sir Alex fielding 4-5-1 though!)
We lost. To Aston Villa. Yes. Aston Villa. Remember last season? ALL THAT DRAMA AND ALL THAT GLORY. None of that this year. No last minute Macheda-To-The-Rescueeeeeeee this time, only an opportunity failed to be seized.
The trying's were there.
The hard work.
The hard passes.
The hard-luck misses OMG let's not go there.
The hard saves.
The hard yellings.
They were all there.
But they were, obviously, anything but enough.
It was frustrating. But this very frustration is so very much a turn-on. Surely I don't mean I want to see United losing, but it's the very loss that always make me a lot more intense. A lot more ardent. A lot more fiery. The kind needed to fight the bull. Yeah.
So what now? We buck the fuck up and win the next game. That's what.
It is a long, long way to go and three points behind Chelsea is really, not too bad.
Somebody call 911
I do.
I do miss those days when I look forward to blogging every single time.
Whether I was driving, boy-watching, jogging, dancing, studying, eating;
I was constantly thinking of what to write about next.
Oh how come I don't feel this way anymore?
24 hours in a day.
They always tell me it's not enough. Now I understand.
I am "having many irons in the fire" that I can choose to just keep in abandoning this place. But just a minute ago, I realised that I still love blogging very very much, and for this very reason alone, I will keep this place alive.
I will resuscitate this blog.
There'll be no promises that I will update as often as I used to.
But it's worthy to know that whenever I need to think out loud with words, I can come here.
And so, I will...see you soon?
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!
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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.
Smiles as big as Stretford End...
:D
Okay. So we started the match not quite fantastically. Berbatov was left out of the starting line-up and this left Rooney as the sole striker. The reason was probably because Berbatov's work rate is too slow for a Arsenal-United match? This prove to be rather difficult and for a moment (and only one short moment). There, I was thinking, "Damn I miss that boy Ro-something".
Arshavin's goal was a beautiful one, a goal which I will painfully-but-whole-heartedly accept. Foster could have saved it but there was just too much space for Arshavin so the United's defenders should share the blame for that one. And like any other football matches where you have many breakthroughs, one of United's came when Almunia fouled Rooney.
I was sitting there. Palms cold. Heart barely beating.
Waiting. Hoping. Wishing.
He sets his target.
He shoots..
And he celebrates!
Adore Rooney. Adore his celebration. Adore his spirit!
Ahhh I just adore him. He is the definition of passion. Really.
Then came Diaby's owngoal. I am sorry for him and for Arsenal, I really am. But for a world-class defender to head in an own-goal like that? You only have your own carelessness to blame.
With Diaby's owngoal, Rooney went to Carrick, giving him an awesome hug, proving yet again that BROMANCE in football is at its best, LOL. Refer to picture below.
HAHAHA, now everybody repeat after me... AWWWWWWWWW!
After that it was United trying to score a third one to seal the deal and Arsenal trying to equalise.
It's a lot like game of Ping Pong, the concentration must be there every second. You make one silly pass or a silly tackle and it will cost you points.
And in the Premier League, points are EVERYTHING.
I was rather frustrated as we had chances after chances but to none taken! And uhhh, when the "5 Minutes" extra time sign was put up, I just had this bad feeling that Arsenal was going to net in a goal, in which Ven Persie "did". It was clearly an offside, no mistake about that.
So, there.
We won. We got all three points.
People can go on and rant about how "lucky" we were, how unfair, how sad yadda yadda.
Ok Arsenal probably didn't deserve to lose. (And I am not saying we didn't deserve to win. There is a difference).
But ultimately, these are the kinds of matches that Champions win and that's the best thing to take away from this game, we found a way to not lose. To not lose points. To win.
At the end of the day, it's either you continue fishing for pity or you swallow the bitterpill.
That's football. That's life.
:)
I saw this quote from the Internet. He sums it up pretty well.
"Three points in the bag, and hopefully a clear message: we are still the Champions, and you've got a long way to go to take our trophy away."
Five-tastic!
The scoreline says it all.
You cannot possibly find a greater way to shut those mouths!
:D
And was followed by a loss....
Oh well..we've always been slow starters, no?
It is scary and alarming sometimes, and yes we have definitely taken Burnley for granted,
but there no, let's not panic.
Even if we do, we'll do it in style. Like always.
I've said it many times before but I am always going to say this again,
a loss is a loss and it is part of football. One should find no excuses for it.
We'll have to accept it, swallow it. And then improve from there.
Fergie needs nobody to remind him of anything.
Sure, you are amount to have your say- just make sure they are justifiable ones.
If not, then think twice and maybe thrice before throwing those criticisms at someone like him whose success at managing a football club is so great you will pee in your cargo pants and mini skirts.
He will do what he needs to do to make sure we play better.
:)
Now let the journey begins!
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