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3 days of scouring, shouting, screaming, singing…somehow, this visit is more emotional compared to 2001’s. thank technology for that, probably.

for me, the highlight was indefinitely singing ynwa on the banks of the river right in front of them. well, xavi and carra, specifically. (if only there was finnan. oh how we missed the irish lad.) carra was stumped, xavi actually managed a smile and waves, kuyt was actually amiable and sammy lee, bless him, was sporting as always. even rafa acknowledged he found the singing along the river was very, erm, emotional. no kidding. except for the fucking irritating cavern emcee who keeps on and on egoing himself. idiot.

as for the match, it was justifiable. only the section that we were sitting were motionless most of the time. i swear i can hear a pin drop in most parts of the 1st half. no singing, no cheering, just sitting and mumbles. luckily it did pick up a bit in the 2nd half.

and words of advice to noh alam shah and indra shahdan: dont be a fucken prima donna. you shld be glad yourselves that you are actually playing against one of the top teams in the world. of course you shld know who the people are rooting for. BODOH NYE MAMATS.

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best comment so far from football365.

I’ve been away, so forgive me if this has been pointed out already, but if Manchester United were indeed to hold on to Tevez, and sign Franck Ribery, along with Rooney, would they have the ugliest strikeforce the world has ever seen? They would, quite literally, give defenders nightmares. Off the top of my head, only Iain Dowie and Matt Le Tissier in their Southampton days would come close to beating them.

The prospect of kids all over Manchester (well, ok, Surrey) waking up with those three mugs on their Man Utd duvets is surely enough to send the marketing bods at Old Trafford into a cold sweat. Say what you like about Beckham and Ronaldo, but they aren’t unattractive guys and their status reflects that. How can Man Utd compete on a global scale with football’s equivalents of Sloth from the Goonies banging in the goals?
Steve

football season is over. legends don’t.

goodbye messrs paolo and sami.

thanks for all the good times.

quite frankly, which is more disgraceful? the dog doing his norm antics or jamie redknapp blabbering nonsense?

oh pool, you love to caress our pounding hearts with lots of melodrama and suspense.

next time, please don’t try to make things difficult between us, ok?

GAME ON!

Who Really Is To Blame
I’m blaming all of United woes on AIG and those ridiculous bonuses.
Mike (Straw grasping) Garcia, Toronto

now, now a word of advise to the pool fans – relax. don’t go overboard. the last time pool went on a scoring rampage, they went for a good 2 weeks international break and came back firing blanks after which. remember 2 seasons ago? after the drubbing of derby county? hopefully you still do.

if you are still trying to figure out why they are scoring by the bucketloads, lemme sarip give the simple reason – they simply do not have to. pool vs villa games are always in favor to pool anyway. reason being? villa don’t play aggro footie, unlike other teams. easy peasy. look at the past results. there are some teams that pool tend to do well (e.g. villa) and bad (e.g. irritatingly boro). so do the math. another reason why they are firing on all cylinders? because nobody expects them too. pool tends to do well when nobody expects them to do well, or in this case, win. technically. we’ll see how the famous pool choke hold will come to make its appearance once they are expected to grind out a result. i’ve been too long as a pool fan to acknowledge the high hopes feeling and then having theheart crushed to pieces when you expect them to do well. we are so used to disappointments. heh.

and that will be the time when the usual suspects will make your heart boil and your mind spinning.

i’m looking at you dirk kuyt and to many an extent, the stubborn rafa.

i like monday nights.

tv-wise that is.

have three sheets, thirsty traveller, samantha who, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, etc. even though i’ve to switch channels every now and then, esp during commercials. not gratifying though.

i love three sheets if you mind, thank you very nice.

and there’s lonely planet’s six degrees too.

yesterday’s episode they were showing asha gill prowling across kl. (it’s only come into mind that the episode is so dah lama basi already. my bad. im bad with tv actually)

ok fine, probably good. until that reshmanouruahhskxxkapalabutohakjskjas fella came onto the screen. actually a lot of the time. urgh. so asha was doing this was doing that and pooom she was suddenly in this club where she was brought onto the stage to answer some cheesy questions from the mc. which happens to be ferhad. one name. i wonder why.

i can see from the clip this asha gill was actually reserved when this ferhad was facing her. crossed arms, disinterested look, quickly running off the stage. well who wouldn’t? with an irritating mc like who wants to be pretentiously cool, even terrapins on one leg will dash across. he is very tak boleh angkat.

next scene, asha was talking to this cute chick. actually look more like the sevensetsofparallel girl. yes you. no offense though. ada resemblence i tell you. betul, tak bedek.

and so both of them talked. and asha finally looked relaxed. and this cute chick was talking about kl yadda yadda yadda, and she invited asha to come visit her house the next day. she mentioned a ranch. A RANCH. IN KL. pukimakdatok. cute chick AND freaking rich BUT looks the unpretentious lot . what. a. combo.

pap pap pap pup pup pup. commercial break here. commercial break there. (i actually like those jeniffer adams commercial. ok easy reason. she’s cute.)

moving on…

so suddenly asha was driving. an old school volvo. nice. and she was talking about this girl, names alyssa. father’s a diplomat, environmentalist, and mak datok abundance of expensive cars and the tak boleh tahan huge house. she welcomed, wore all white, hair tied with you know that straight little fringe hanging about and greeted with the voice that has a tersendat hingus blocked in the nose type but actually no hingus. you get the drift. probably she just woke up.

her dad suddenly appeared, and wow, he’s shy of the camera. low-key person and freaking rich. respect! showed family albums, family’s polo team. wow. then followed to her room, showed her impressive walk-in wardrobe and asha almost got an orgasm. then she revealed she’s already married. awww. which lucky guy actually dapat kawin ngan dia nih. mesti gerek nye orang. pasal seeing the family and all that so cool and releks and unpretentious – except for her friend that irritating ida nerina – everything was jolly golly. she can even play a mean game of polo. WHO IS HER HUSBAND NIH?

and then suddenly got a group of guys kicking and juggling a football. probably her brother. but somehow there was this silhoutte that seems familiar. big guy likes to wear tight clothes who think he’s very macho but actually looks fat, short crop of hair, very nak tunjuk tunjuk…..could it be? COULD IT BE? OH FUCKING HELL! IT IS! IT’S THE F(*&^%^&* BUAH LAICI FERHAD?! what the hell was he doing there? gardener ke? cook ke? dreber ke? or maybe the karoke singer of the day ke?

SKALI ITU DIA PUNYA LAKI DARRRRRRRRR….

maccow! he? HE?! married to the cute chick who’s rich but so unpretentious (on screen at least) with a very cool dad and has a ranch in KL?! what has the world gone to?! i have the feeling the asha gill was also surprised of this. i think. “alamak! this guy again?! i was running AWAY from him yesterday!”

that’s not all. when asha was about to make a leave, this bombastic singer actually got the nerve to bring on his homeys and do the acapella thing in front of the camera and he, yes he really must, grabbed the cute chick who’s rich but so unpretentious (on screen at least) with a very cool dad and has a ranch in KL, and sing to the top of his lungs.

as if we are impressed.

look. it’s enough already yer a freeloader, it’s more irritating to see you singing to the max to showcase your “talent” in front of the viewing public. we. dont. want. to. see. that. it is a travel showwwwwwwwwww…not aaaaaa singggginggggggggg showwwwwwww….weeee ddddoooonntt waaaannnntttt yoouuuuuuu toooooo sinnnnngggggggggg likkkkeeeeeee tttthhhhhhaaaaaatttt.

i hope you have the sentiments with me on this. and dude, please, dont wear your clothes too tight. i beg you. you are not usher. say that 1000000 times for 12 hours each day.

by the way, after last sat’s romp in the theatre of dreamers, i have a suggestion to all premiere league teams for next season. for next season, all teams should have grey in their away kits. seems the devils have an abundance of dissillusionment ( is that a word) when grey is put up in front of them. maybe they only see the world in black and white. probably. just a suggestion.

ok bye.

one more month. harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

and.

a. sarip loves all things vietnam.
b. sarip haaaaaaaaaayyyyttteeessssssss the singapore soccer national players douchebags.
c. thus, sarip is delighted.

***update

“ah tak boleh balek! tak boleh balek! baik baik butoh! masuk kandang kerbau ah!” stay classy mat reps.

first of all, enough of  “ashamed to be singaporeans” tag. ok?

second of all, don’t these singaporean “fans” actually realised that the singapore team is really full of bull all along? you complained the vietnamese players love to feign injury to run out time. fair enough. but aren’t your eyes fully opened enough to realise the singapura pura players can only hoof the ball up and can barely make decent movement with and/or without the ball all these times? and to think these “star” players are probably making 10 times more than the vietnamese players. and lest not forget half of the first teamers are fake singaporeans actually. if you want to label “ashamed to be a singaporean” tag, you should be ashamed of yourselves to even support, and to an extent paying these singapura pura “players” salaries. pricks.

and lastly, how will this incident will affect sarip when he wants to return back to vietnam?! we all witnessed what happened to sg people when they visited thailand after the shin corp fiasco. will ill-feelings still sizzle when singaporeans who actually liked vietnam be treated in an unlawful way?

and fuckkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng please ok. can you all stop it with the “butoh” cheers?

match: another game, another frustrating event for all ‘pool fans. admittedly (most) pool fans were just hoping that ‘pool will keep the unbeaten record in the league against the on form blackburn team. however, as the match wore on, traits of the ‘classic’ ‘pool team was finally let out in full effect – lousy finishing, bad tactics and pure senile riise doing things that’s beyond understanding. ‘pool should’ve won the match, but threw it away again.

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oh no! the greatest man(ager), jose maureeneyo has quit chelsea! now who’s the only person who has the brains to beat freaking ferguson! daym! and not only so not long ago they are waxing lyricals to him. poor sod.

in thruth, sarip prefers maureen rather than rafa to be ‘pool’s manager. for shizzle mah nizzle. maybe they will swap places.

no?

match: well, it just had to happen. after the euphoria of the abundance of goals in the previous match, liverpool came back knocking down to earth with this one. rafa can blame that the international break disrupts his plans, but to me it is just a lame excuse for getting a bad result. liverpool did come close however with voronin hitting the bar early on but were fortunate that reina made a great penalty save albeit a weak kick taken by kanu. the only positive side that can be taken from this match is the apparent weakness that can be seen. ‘pool really needs a left-footed left back as arbeloa, decent as he is, seems to be restricted in his movement with the tendency to cut back rather than go to the byline. also this match was lost in midfield where alonso looking tired and sissoko was being sissoko again. oh well, it’s going to be the typical away liverpool trauma again like seasons past…

players: benayoun stood out early in the match with his direct running and enthusiasm. reina was superb in the penalty save but nothing much else. he has a tendency to hurt his own players though with finnan being the victim this time. voronin looks to be a real class act what with his superb control of the ball and sublime technique. of the lot that played, sissoko and crouch look the most disappointing. crouch does not possess any trait of a predatorand being the tallest of the lot could not muster a decent head of the ball. sissoko keeps losing the ball, tackles wrongly and keeps running astray. both him and crouch are substitutes at best and should only come on when ‘pool are winning a game and not trying to sustain one.

interesting note: if rafa said that he wants to rest his important players first, what is the deal of putting all his 3 trump cards late on the match? like what the commentator said, it’s a case of too little too late. what, the chances of a player not getting injured late in the game is not as much as early on? what bollocks.

man-of-the-match: none. except for reina for that bit part.

match rate: 5.5 /10

rivals update: slowly but sickeningly surely, manure is rising up the table what with 3 consecutive 1-0 victories. they’ve not found form but are still winning. dangerous signs there. but arsenal keeps up the winning momentum but one has to wonder how much energy has been sapped from them with those emotional victories.

match: everyone will be talking about that penalty, but let’s be honest people, ‘pool was totally disappointing after that goal. unlike chelsea who made better use of the ball, ‘pool’s distribution was utterly non existant. instead of passing the ball from defense to the flanks, ‘pool repeatedly keeps hoofing the ball forward for the forwards to chase a lost cause. this creates little buffer zones for the midfield to start their options while putting extra pressure for them to track back. i think i saw gerard making last ditch tackles in the box a couple of times. commendable, but, unneccessary in the first place.

rafa’s gameplan was irritatingly confusing. he keeps employing his faith in arbeloa and riise on the left while leaving out mascherano. he should’ve seen that riise cannot beat essien one on one and should’ve replaced him with babel early on. but babel came on for pennant who at that point of time was looking more dangerous with his runs and crosses. and when crouch came on for riise, it was unbelievable as there are no wingers to play on to when crouch works best when the crosses are coming in from the flanks.

players: torres was completely anonymous in the second half, possibly after getting a knock at the end of the first half. riise keeps slamming and bashing with no direct cause. the opportunity that he got in the second half was woefully missed when he could had taken his time and aimed, at least at goal. alonso was again unauthoritative, slow and keeps losing possession. gerard didn’t play his ‘a’ game and kuyt was running like a headless chicken.

interesting find: i’ve rarely heard anfield as dead as was yesterday.

man of the match: michael essien

rating: 6/10

the better news: the scum lost.

maybe it’s best that enguhland don’t qualify. or at best, mclaren and frank lampard gets “sacked”, pakistani cricket style.

it’s 4 am and i can’t sleep. the effects of no sleep during the weekend. or maybe i’ve mastered the art of power napping.

or been reading too much on how a cat managed to break the iBook security. the world these days…

and in response to the pulau kapas proposer, thanks! perhentian *at last* we be going! (unless some major screw up appears, which tends to crop in sarip’s world…)