Last week, I looked to the fixture against Liverpool with glee, because I saw it as an oportunity for my team to send a message tp our rivals in the league. I was also in good spirit as we had just come off an epic victory over Mourinho and his Internazionale men. All was good, even Liverpools\'s victory the night before was excellent, ove Real Madrid(the once mighty). Oh how they have fallen from grace. Anywho, Saturday came, I went to Dros, and I recall hearing the meakness and fear in one Scouser fan when he tentatively said "I wish we could beat Man United toady." My response was a cool and simple "Let's see who has the better game." As ther match started, both sides were a bit tense, but then they had the first few good chances. Then we broke forward attack after attack, and then we got that penalty. Ronaldo stepped up, and SCORED, applause and cheers ruptoured throughout Old Trafford, and wherever Man United fans across the globe were watching. We took contoll for the next 15 minutes, and the Reina speculatively launched a ball forward. Vidic let it bounce, and I turned away as one would ther moment before a major accident occurs. As I had feared, Torres got to the ball, round Vidic and through Van Der Sar's legs for 1-1. S**T! I though, but no panic. That was until in their third attack after that, Gerrard was brought down in the box. He scored the penalty, and in celebration kissed the camera in the corner, DISRESPECT I thought.
Second half came, it started much like the same, and we were headed forward, and looking much the stronger team in the opening exchanges, but then they caught us on the counter, and Vidic made another error and brought down Torres, when he had just the keeper to beat. All United fans would have argued that Rio got back in time to cover, but nontheless he was given his marching orders. The resultant free-kick made my keeper look like a p**s to say the least, because there aws nothing he could do about it. Aurellio had scored, thenn they made defensive changes, taking off an attacker for a defendr bringing Dossena on, for the second biggest match in his Liverpool life. He too towards the end made Van Der Sar look amateur as he chipped him for their fourth. That result was quite hurtful to say the least, especially because most of my mates are Man-U haters. That week awws just a crap one. I had hope for the weekend, but we lost again, 2-0 to Fulham, who we had beaten 4-0 a fornight prior in the FA Cup at the same venue. To make it worse, the following morning my laptop crasheed. Aint that sum ol' bulls**t?
No comments:
Post a Comment