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.
some pixs. more here. too many to collate. and rem, you tak jalan sorang sorang.