With Dignity Enclosed.
We were the better team.
Admit it, Devil cunts. When you look back at a game, and see your team outplay such brilliance in red-- you think, "Why, God, why?" because we truly, truly deserved such a win. Hit the woodwork three times. Tiny Joseph John ran his heart out. Created set-piece after set-piece, giving precise long balls all the way. You can only let out a sigh that Didier merely slapped Vidic.. hence the red card. The atmosphere post Anelka miss was perhaps one of those moments where you capitulate to heartbreak. Because in the end, however good we were on the field, blue clad lads on the greens-- it wasn't enough. And how fantastically cruel was that Terry slipped while he took the kick? How. Tell me. It wasn't meant to be. But what I loved was that, we created chances. Truly. And we didn't play shit-like. And we outplayed the Devils in the second half. Didn't get nervy after that Ronaldo header. Man of the match? I can't say. Terry for brilliant, brilliant defense. Cech for that double-save, his posthaste reflex-- his neon kit, even. Joseph John was spectacular-- running up and down, Essien didn't do his job-- and Makalele often seen covering his position which is quite awkward to look at. Hence leading to that corner-kick, where no one marked Ronaldo. But! I can only console with the fact that we were the better team. Come on. You have to admit, Devil cunts. And a win by penalty shoot-outs is a disgrace (what, I'm pissed!). It was raining. Pitch was, perhaps, atrocious. But.. in the end, it wasn't us with the trophy. You can only hold your head up high. Continue. And thank the lads in Blue for wearing our (the fans) hearts on their sleeves on the pitch. And giving their all. Truly a heartbreak. Chin up, lads!
[MUSIC] the Strokes - You Only Live Once
I moped around for days. I have a sweet sixteen to attend to-- perhaps will dandify my tragic calamities. Hopeful to God. International friendlies to beautify absence of Premier League: go Croatia. Go.. Spain? Yes. I love those Torres trademark quick-turn-and-finish goals.. and.. freckles.
