There were times...

There were times in football when you sincerely knew that it was going to be very difficult.

Maybe you team wasn't playing well, not creating enough chances.

Or there wasn't much time left on the clock.

Or simply the fact that the edginess had been vanished.

You tried not to give up, you held on.

You felt the sharp pierce.

You still loved, of course you did.

But it was too late for the day.

It was when we lost to Liverpool. That painful day.

And there were times where you also sincerely knew it was going to be equally difficult,

but then one of your five senses felt that extra glimmer of hope.

The run rises, the bird sings, the flower blooms.

Your team did it.

Against all odds.

They score the one goal that might just be that goal of the season.

The critics and haters were all silenced.

The chorus heard from Merseyside stopped.

That was when Macheda scored for us against Villa.

And then there were the ones in which your team trailed by at least a two-goal margin.

It seemed tough.

It would always be.

But yet, you knew it was far from over.

You knew your team would stage a comeback.

Call it passionate intuition, biased intuition or plain stubbornness.

Reasonable or not.

You just knew it.

You bet you knew it.

That was when United beat Spurs on Saturday.

At halftime, I sat and refused to be moved for I knew that the three points would come.

And boy, they came!!

Merseyside, are you still singing!? Are you!?

:)

And this last picture is for you ladies out there.

Warning : You might be landing yourself in an orgasmic experience. Look at you own risk!

Heh Heh Heh...

Damn it, Ronny!!