While driving home from work yesterday, I spent some time trying to list any achievement that I could tell people about. Until today, I can’t think any of it. Such a meaningless attempt to make people realize that I actually do exist, not just a nameless face in the crowd, and not just someone to engage when they have the need to tell the world about their glory & triumph.
Last weekend was another weekend that ended perfectly. A day full of good food, time spent with loved one, movie to watch, and another 3 point for the Red Devils. This kinda of thing wasn’t happening week after week, so when it really came, I savoured every moment of it.
The highlight of the day had to be the game in St. James’ Park which started in a hard way for us. They had their backs against the wall and their manager was in the brink of getting sacked if he failed to get a result against us. 3 games on and not a goal scored? Alan Shearer was surely getting old!
Anyway, it was a very tough first half with them facing every attempt from us with stern tackles and tough determination. And we’re not the ones who shirked from such things. Soon, players began to tumble here and there, and I had a feeling that it’d be minutes before they came to blow. It got worse due to the Ref’s performance who was simply not gonna be in Fergie’s or Souey’s Christmas list.
However, things changed in the second half when we started to get a grip on the game until Employee No. 8 smashed Boumsong’s howler into Given’s net. I began to like this kid even more. His goal celebration, which included badge kissing, clearly showed how he enjoyed wearing the red shirt and he definitely gave the shit back to the Geordies fans who’d been giving him stick from the very beginning.
Next, the scorer became the provider one minute before time. Rooney’s strength found him racing clear from the halfway line and slipped a perfect pass that eluded Boumsong’s (again!) slippery feet to Predator No. 10 that wasted no time in making it a perfect 3 goals out of 3 Premiership games. Bang, bang, thank you very much, let’s close the shop.
Aside from the game, another thing that put a smile on my face was the sight of Fergie and Albert the Kitman who ran out from the dugout to protest the ref or celebrate a goal. To see granddads running around crazy like that is totally priceless. 
There are so many things I’m supposed to do regarding the new project I’m handling, but I just sit around browsing here & there counting down to 5 o’clock. Very productive, eh? I somewhat feel so peaceful with Bridge Over Troubled Water playing over and over again in the background. I think let me enjoy this moment while I can. Let me take a whiff of irresponsibility before it’s all crashing down on me.
Please let me enjoy it. Let me leave all of my baggage outside and get back to them later. For now, I just want to absorb the song and fly me where I long for. Maybe my recurring headache will heal itself there. Maybe.
Just let me listen to the song.
I’m so desperate to write something here, but I only have 1 hour in the office before leaving for another meeting until the end of the day. Not to mention that I still have 2 slides to make for afternoon presentations. Slides or blog? A difficult choice to make. But I got to choose one that brings bread to the table I guess.
Have a nice weekend!
It’s finally here after 90-day hiatus. Football season has come! Rejoice! And nothing’s better to start a new season than watching the boys in red, white, and black come to Goodison Park and win 2-0. The sight of Rooney scoring in front of the boo boys wouldn’t hurt either though. However, what hurts is the sight of Phil Neville on the losing side with different strip colour.
The commentators got it right when he mentioned about not being used to see Phizza in Everton blue. It broke my heart when after the game, all players & staffs shook his hands warmly. He may be gone but he simply won’t be forgotten. He can expect glorious appreciation when Everton comes to Old Trafford.
Other happy moments are the impressive debut performance of both Van Der Sar and Park Ji-Sung, and another goal scored by Ruud van Nistelrooy. His emotional celebration clearly showed his hunger & desire to put the nightmare of his last season to rest. Long may it continue till May next year.
Bring on the Geordies!!!
Come closer, O Red one in the sky
Let our hope sail to you
For us to reap,
When we finally get there
Another Class of 1992 member was sent packing from Old Trafford. This time, Phil Neville followed the same route taken by David Beckham & Nicky Butt to Goodison Park. I took the news sadly because it was always sad to see a player leave Old Trafford, especially a Red through and through like Phil. It’s like having a member of your family passed away.
Eventhough he’s not a guaranteed starter in the team, Phil’s name has become synonymous with the team during the last decade. He’s always ready & committed whenever he stepped on the pitch. We will always remember him during the game against Arsenal in 2003 when positioned in the middle of the pitch, he effectively strangled Vieira in a game that would turn around the season for us.
Farewell, Phil. Thank you for your service to the Red Flag. We’d always love you.
I feel like going to a circus, and take a private lesson with the juggler there. I really want to learn how he manages to juggle the balls, bottles, or anything expertly. I think it can be handy in my life right now. So many things to juggle at the same time.
Sometimes when I take a step back and think of our new venture, I still don’t believe that we actually have made it. The response and all the well-wishing have been overwhelming. Not to mention the order and prospective orders! There’s no turning back now, we just have to make the best of it and prove ourselves worthy of running the business.
Oh, please. I don’t want to call it a "business". It’s a heavy tag to bear!
