not a matter of nine points.
you know, im so SAD. really down. you may tell me, 'nvm, it's just another soccer match'
is not a matter of 9points or what. is a matter of who the opponent is. i know winning and losing is part and parcel of matches. BUT, WHY! if the opponent is chelsea, arsenal or any other team (except man utd), im very sure i'll just grumble abit and forget about the whole shit.
i know im insane to let this affect me - that much,
not even that 1hplus horrible bus ride from parkway parade home just now
treat it as im bias against man u. i admit it. been like this since the collymore,fowler,berger. days. and the boys in class is ALWAYS against liverpool.
when both teams meet and the ball come close to eric cantona, i can feel my heart beating at 120times/min. but, fowler and mcmanaman always save the day. if not, at the very least, give us some small consolation or surprises at the end.
that goal from Carlos Tevez earlier on really made my heart sank. i know chances are sliced by half. then, the last 15min made this heart beat at 120times/min again. i thought we can struggle off with an equaliser on the 92th min. im literally pinning ALL hopes on Gerrard.
but. . .
SIGH!
and most of the time, the game is played on liverpool's side of the field.
we have SO MANY chance!
BUT gotta admit man utd put up a good fight as well. more like a game of volleyball near the goalpost. the way they defend is superb.
so, it boils down to quality rather than quantity.
AHHHHHHH.
i cant believe we lost AGAIN!
(in home ground)
):
-try again next season.
