Jimmy

This was suppose to be out on Wednesday, wonder what happen to wordpress.

 

woah what a week. I thought year end can relax. Funny thing is, now i am own by 2 clubs. Joint ownership. And its like I got to play a game on wed and then play another on sat. To top it all off, no pay increase!! How can boss?!

But its ok. I just need more luck. More and more and more luck. Cause at the end of the day, it boils down to luck luck luck. Thats how im beginning to feel. No matter how good, how whatever you are, its just about God damn it, luck. So i hope my luck is not here yet, hopefully it is coming and not already gone! God, hello, im still alive.

So it’s midweek. I have sort of finally found a good tactic for my football manager. As manager of Manchester United, I have very big responsibility. And the pressure is huge. My record signing, David Silva is not performing. With an average rating of 6.8, he is really giving me a headache. But he’s one for the future, so let’s have a little patient. But that cannot be true for the lad with the slight slouch – Berbatov. He is beginning to frustrate me. He can’t score, can’t assist. I’m thinking to sell him off, and buy the much hype up player Dezko. But I might have to splash the cash again, not very wise for a club in debts. So i guess I just have to make do with youth. Oh and 1 more top news, I brought back the son of Manchester – David Robert Beckham. And best of all, he is freeeeeeee!! He will be joining us in January. Wages is around 55k. Worth it I tell ya. Anyway im on a unbeaten streak, 2nd in the table, qualified for semi of league cup, qualified for 2nd round of CL. So yea, Im still doing well. The best job ever!

Today there is also a funny incident. Sometimes I will meet Zw to eat, and we always go 1 duck rice stall which is not too bad. So at that place, there is a lot of private house, and this also means a lot of people illegal park in front of their houses. Which I think make some of them angry. But really, where else can we park. As long as we dont hinder traffic, I guess it is still ok to let us park for an hour.

So I park in front of this house, and this gigantic ang mor with Jimmy Bullard hair style came out looking tough:

Jimmy Bullard: Hey you’re parking at a stop sign.

Randy Orton looking tough: Oh really?

*Zw acting fierce and diao (translation: stare, in case u ang mor pai don’t understand) the ang mor.

Jimmy: Yeah, its a stop sign, and you don’t park at stop signs.

Randy: Everyone parks here.

*Zw inching forward a little at this moment. Me feeling safer*

Jimmy: Oh yah yah, so you park at the front of your house?

Randy with a snigger: I’m not rich enough to buy a house like that, but I would if I could.

Jimmy:  Ok but please do move your car.

Zhiwei to Randy: Yi kong simi? (what did he say?)

At this point, I already rather sian, from work, from school blah blah. I could have just lose it. Just…

But I look at Zhiwei’s panda face, with his orbit glasses, and he look at me like damn lost. I want to laugh. Not laugh at him. More of laugh at things in general. Because I realise how different everyone can be. Some people stand by what they think is right, stand by their goals, trying to reach it. But some just shut themselves from everything. Some do not try, for fear of failure, some dont even dare to mention what they want, for fear of failure or fear of people laughing at them. Why? All great man say, be contented and you will be happy. I don’t really buy that 100%, but i agree being contented is 1 of the variables of being happy. But then again, we shouldnt lie to ourselves. We shouldnt keep telling ourselves to be contented and not improve ourselves. Fine line there, try to find it.

Anyway I shifted my car. There was nothing to argue, on quiet thoughts, it was my fault. I should not park outside people’s houses. I was at fault so yah, if Im at fault, the logical way was to rectify it. I parked outside another person’s house, but the difference is, he didnt mind wahahaha.

All righty, enough of jokes. Time to go home. Have another wake to attend. Where is all this bringing me to?

The Cats

The lions have been officially in my books been renamed the cats. Or lets call them the alley cats. You can call them anything but you will never find brave, passion, hardwork along the same lines with our Singapore national team. I think it’s a culture thing, you know what I mean

Oh yea yea, I can hear you defending yourselves. I can hear you screaming in my ears that im a arm chair critic who knows shit about soccer. But since I can get my foot stuck in when im playing for my friends, who is to say I cant when I play for my country. Least I do is run till I can’t run. And instead of defending your lousy display, why not look yourself in the mirror and think how lucky you are. But you shit houses, played worst than shit houses (Im so mad, i dont think this even make sense).

You guys (the national team), went to the local newspapers to rally the supporters to come. So here we are, 20000 of us braving the cold wind and rain. And what kind of mother fucking (To my gf is a gangsta: pardon me, if not for you it would have been more vulgar) standard of play did you give us? Seriously time and again you disappoint me. You can say Im a arm chair critic but you cannot say im a fair weather fan. Because i went to nearly every single home game of you lions cats. I went when60000 people came, i went when there were only 5000 people. And i stayed till the end for every match. Including that disgraceful 4-0 trashing from Malaysia.

You said, ”please come and suppot us”. But whenever you had a chance to prove to us that we should keep coming, you screw up. You played like wuss. A couple of shit houses jogging around. Where’s the passion?? You are earning more than the average Singaporean. In my own estimates, an average national team player should be earning around 6000 a month. 6 fucking thousand, and you have no passion?? The worst thing is you are doing something you like, its like asking me doing sex for 6000 a month. I bet you I’ll be passionate and I’ll even apply lip gloss for effect.

And the foreigners. Oh my God. oh my oh my God. You guys also disappointed me. Thats all i can say about it.

10 years have passed? Mr Raddy, where’s the results? We are still no where in Asia. I thought we wanted to start from the bottom? From schools, grass roots etc. I dont see it dude. What i see is a couple of comedians on the field. Noh Alam Shah WAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Singapore soccer is what it is today because the culture is very wrong. We pump in millions and millions of dollar a year. Which I think should be put in better use. I can assure you guys at the top, we are going nowhere. You can continue wasting our money on these losers, but then show us the farking results. If not, step down, every single 1 of you should step down.

The Lions

You know football is my only hobby. I’m not a excellent footballer but i really love the game. Humans aside, i think football is the only thin that makes me happy.

I’ve supported Manchester United even before i was born. Because my dad love them. In fact my whole family, uncles, all supports Manchester United. According to my dad, it was the european cup win that swept them off their feet. At that time, my dad was about 12 years old. Luckily for me, he didnt support the damn reds.

During my primary school days, the malaysia cup was very hot. My dad was a season ticket holder and i could go to matches if i got good results in my exams. So basically i went to all the home games. It was damn fun, and the atmosphere was 10 times better than watching bar top dancing. I really really miss those days. Sometimes my mum and sis will do a Gibson like cameo appearance and go to the games with us.

But in recent times, Singapore football have been in the doldrums. The attendance have sadly decrease to such low levels in games held in the national stadium that you can sit with your leg open till you tear a muscle from over stretching.

This saturday, Singapore welcomes Thailand. The best team in south east asia in my opinion. We need to win to have any chance of qualifying for the asian cup. But i believe the attendance will be damn lousy. But as this week there is no epl, so hopefully we will see better attendance. Go lions go!

Most likely I will be there, unless it is raining, or have other things to do. We’ll see… Hopefully if im there, i will not be disappointed. Good lucky my friend, hope you have some time in the game.

 

It’s All Right, I’m Ok.

Hello! I’m back from my enjoyable Genting trip. A couple of days away, without worrying about anything, makes you feel happy yea.

Anyway I realise i do not have much form to blog. Not much creative juices can be squeezed out nowadays. Of course I got many 2 cents to give around, but guess i’m more bothered about my own well-being now. I feel sad the amk guy had to commit suicide and from reports, seems the wife not a very good person. But so what? Nothing I can do, even if i did something, it will be forgotten. That’s how life works based on my experience.

Recently I got an sms from a ”close friend”, whom I know since secondary school days. He sms me: ”eh got spare cash?” I replied without missing a beat – ” no, i do not have.” You know how I feel? I feel like a bloody atm. You say the password, and then i lend you a few quids to help you pass by the month. And then you return the money when you get your pay, nothing is remembered, nothing appreciated. And funny thing is, the sms to borrow money sounds as though i’m obliged to lend. ”eh got spare cash?” – come on, give me a break.

And you know what’s happen next, i couldnt help but sms another ”is it urgent?”

Anyway he said no and the story ended.

I know maybe some of my friends thinks im being harsh. Or maybe feels why am i complaining and complaining. Firstly, this is my blog really, so yah, I get to say what I want to say. It might be how I feel right now, or how i felt yesterday, or maybe how I always feel. Secondly, regarding the above incident, I thought for a moment after it. I couldn’t find a reason to do it. I just couldn’t. Maybe 1 reason, but that, I felt I’ve repaid to all of my friends or more.

When I ponder to think calmly whether I should help. The more I thought, the more reasons I found not to help. So yah, having decided to think carefully before helping anyone, I made a decision not to.

Of course, we will always help people whom are deserving. Whom have been or been trying to treat me as a true friend. Yes we try not to be calculative, but the key word is being deserving. I can’t judge if a person is right/wrong, im not God. But at least I can decide the way I want to lead my life.

Some might have my back. When I fall, they will try to hold me. Some are sneaking behind my back, waiting for me to fall. But truth is, I’m not going down.

”Bless everyone!”

Simply Simple

“IF you really want to know why the financial system nearly collapsed in the
fall of 2008, I can tell you in one simple sentence.”

The statement came from a man sitting three or four stools away from me in a
sparsely populated Midtown bar, where I was waiting for a friend. “But I have to
buy you a drink to hear it?” I asked.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “I can buy my own drinks. My 401(k) is intact. I got
out of the market 8 or 10 years ago, when I saw what was happening.”

He did indeed look capable of buying his own drinks — one of which, a dry
martini, straight up, was on the bar in front of him. He was a well-preserved,
gray-haired man of about retirement age, dressed in the same sort of clothes he
must have worn on some Ivy League campus in the late ’50s or early ’60s — a
tweed jacket, gray pants, a blue button-down shirt and a club tie that, seen
from a distance, seemed adorned with tiny brussels sprouts.

“O.K.,” I said. “Let’s hear it.”

“The financial system nearly collapsed,” he said, “because smart guys had
started working on Wall Street.” He took a sip of his martini, and stared
straight at the row of bottles behind the bar, as if the conversation was now
over.

“But weren’t there smart guys on Wall Street in the first place?” I asked.

He looked at me the way a mathematics teacher might look at a child who, despite
heroic efforts by the teacher, seemed incapable of learning the most rudimentary
principles of long division. “You are either a lot younger than you look or you
don’t have much of a memory,” he said. “One of the speakers at my 25th reunion
said that, according to a survey he had done of those attending, income was now
precisely in inverse proportion to academic standing in the class, and that was
partly because everyone in the lower third of the class had become a Wall Street
millionaire.”

I reflected on my own college class, of roughly the same era. The top student
had been appointed a federal appeals court judge — earning, by Wall Street
standards, tip money. A lot of the people with similarly impressive academic
records became professors. I could picture the future titans of Wall Street
dozing in the back rows of some gut course like Geology 101, popularly known as
Rocks for Jocks.

“That actually sounds more or less accurate,” I said.

“Of course it’s accurate,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong: the guys from the lower
third of the class who went to Wall Street had a lot of nice qualities. Most of
them were pleasant enough. They made a good impression. And now we realize that
by the standards that came later, they weren’t really greedy. They just wanted a
nice house in Greenwich and maybe a sailboat. A lot of them were from families
that had always been on Wall Street, so they were accustomed to nice houses in
Greenwich. They didn’t feel the need to leverage the entire business so they
could make the sort of money that easily supports the second oceangoing yacht.”

“So what happened?”

“I told you what happened. Smart guys started going to Wall Street.”

“Why?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, making a practiced gesture with his
eyebrows that caused the bartender to get started mixing another martini.

“Two things happened. One is that the amount of money that could be made on Wall
Street with hedge fund and private equity operations became just mind-blowing.
At the same time, college was getting so expensive that people from reasonably
prosperous families were graduating with huge debts. So even the smart guys went
to Wall Street, maybe telling themselves that in a few years they’d have so much
money they could then become professors or legal-services lawyers or whatever
they’d wanted to be in the first place. That’s when you started reading stories
about the percentage of the graduating class of Harvard College who planned to
go into the financial industry or go to business school so they could then go
into the financial industry. That’s when you started reading about these
geniuses from M.I.T. and Caltech who instead of going to graduate school in
physics went to Wall Street to calculate arbitrage odds.”

“But you still haven’t told me how that brought on the financial crisis.”

“Did you ever hear the word `derivatives’?” he said. “Do you think our guys
could have invented, say, credit default swaps? Give me a break! They couldn’t
have done the math.”

“Why do I get the feeling that there’s one more step in this scenario?” I said.

“Because there is,” he said. “When the smart guys started this business of
securitizing things that didn’t even exist in the first place, who was running
the firms they worked for? Our guys! The lower third of the class! Guys who
didn’t have the foggiest notion of what a credit default swap was. All our guys
knew was that they were getting disgustingly rich, and they had gotten to like
that. All of that easy money had eaten away at their sense of enoughness.”

“So having smart guys there almost caused Wall Street to collapse.”

“You got it,” he said. “It took you awhile, but you got it.”

The theory sounded too simple to be true, but right offhand I couldn’t find any
flaws in it. I found myself contemplating the sort of havoc a horde of smart
guys could wreak in other industries. I saw those industries falling one by one,
done in by superior intelligence. “I think I need a drink,” I said.

He nodded at my glass and made another one of those eyebrow gestures to the
bartender. “Please,” he said. “Allow me.”

Beaten

I had received numerous sms, msn and facebook messages regarding Liverpool’s victory over Manchester United. I am absolutely lost for words. No, not by the incessant taunts by Liverpool fans which I can’t reply (we have basically taunted them for a good 20 years, I’ll forgive them on this count), but rather on the insanity and irrelevance of their taunts.

Here goes the funny taunts I got:

”Manchester United can suck my dick, liverpool rocks!”

<RL> For starters, Manchester United does not have a mouth to suck your dick. The closest thing they have to a mouth is the gate leading to the field at Old Trafford. And I’m rather sure you will look stupid thrusting your hips at a gate thrice bigger than you.

If you liverpool fans insist that they rock after being perennial non champions then I might have to agree that they really sucks rocks. I must say you do manage your expectations well.

”Torres tore Manchester United apart! Who’s off form now!”

<RL> Agreed that Torres have basically tore Manchester United into shreds for the past 3 meetings. But maybe you might want to relax. Cause the only silverware Torres won is the player of the month! Even Lee Bowyer won that before, so yah. Regarding off form, even a fifth grader will know that  we are 4 points ahead of liverpool after this loss AND we still have a home game against you guys.

”This feels great! We don’t win the league its also ok! As long we have beaten Manchester United”

<RL> Now now, a case of sour grapes eh? Ask Steven ”I have never won the BPL” Gerrard if he had a choice, would he want the title but losing both the games against Manchester United. The answer is obvious.

It’s just like saying ” money is not important”. But it really is because you don’t have the money that is what money is not important _|_.

Action: *Celebrating like mad*

<RL> I really can’t be a sour grape and taking away this victory from Liverpool. But Reina celebrating as though he has won the BPL? What would he do if he won the BPL?? SHAVE his head ala Laurant Blanc? And for those who do not know, he does not have much hair to start with.

Some might argue that Liverpool was the greatest club ever in England. But how can that be? We won in 20 years what you had to do in more than 50years. We won every single cup and title with neutral fans agreeing we played in style. Liverpool? As what our resident commentator Mr Ong Kaili said: ” Their style is utterly BORING.”

Yes on Sunday they had beaten us fair and square, but did they really play well? In fact the game was rather scrappy.

I remembered reading Liverpool fans telling Manchester United fans to come back after winning 18 titles. We have. Do visit us when you won 1.

To The Tune of Oh my Darling Clementine:- ”Build a bonfire, build a bonfire,

Put the scousers on the top.

Put the city in the middle

And burn the f*ckin lot…”

Let’s Talk About Football

I guess I have only 1 hobby in life. Which is football. This is really 1 of the sports which makes me excited. And Manchester United have always been a part of my family and me. I do not know why it affects me so much when Manchester United loses or wins (actually i know, butim lazy to blog about it), but it is something i really enjoy.

This sunday is the showdown between Liverpool and Manchester United. As all true soccer fans know, this have always been the match of the season. No matter what you want to argue, it does not get any bigger than Liverpool Versus Manchester United. Even Real Madrid Vs Barcelona is no where close. Don’t believe me? Go count the total number of fans of Liverpool and Manchester United.

In recent years we have had a few new rivals. Chelsea, Arsenal. It used to be Leeds, Liverpool and Manchester City. But due to the fact that in recent years Arsenal and Chelsea have been doing great, therefore we have some sort of rivalary with them. But whenever it is Manchester United Vs Liverpool, it makes my heart pump faster. Partly due to the fact that I have many Liverpool friends, thus if Liverpool wins, the taunting starts. Normally i just shut their mouth by saying ”League title, what?” or ”long time since you had any adrenaline rush eh? 20 years?”.

1 of the reasons why i hate liverpool is because they seriously play boring football. Many years have past, but their playing style is still like shite. It is a real waste that Gerrad is with Liverpool.  He is by far, the best midfielder in England. Maybe Lampard is better in the stats wise, but still i have always fancied Stevie G. Winning a cup is 1 thing, winning it the right way is another. They need a good British coach, or maybe someone like Arsene Wengerto really bring them up. Why? Because Liverpool is just like Manchester United, we do not buy players. We invest in players. We are unlike Chelsea, they have a different culture, that is why by buying players they succeed. Benitez have brought this culture to Liverpool, but it is not working. Because playing for Liverpool have always been about the heart, and the love for the club, the unity between players. I am proud to say, Sir Alex have instilled this culture in Manchester United, in fact Sir Matt Busby have stand by this culture too. How many years do you have to wait for another Stevie G, if you don’t build some more young and good players around him, then the only way Liverpool will ever become dominant is by buying their way up. Which also means to spend more money than they do now, cause they are not successful after spending so much money in the past few seasons.

This weekends game is a little tricky. I hate it that Manchester United is meeting Liverpool when they are wounded. Plus liverpool will be playing at home and this game holds a lot of meaning. Thus I feel that it is relly dangerous time to play them. Of course, team sheet, form, standard wise, we are ahead of them. But as we all know, football is not rationale. Remember how we broke Chelsea and Arsenal records? It always works this way, when 2 good teams meet, the not in form 1 always wins. Hopefully this season we will do better than last. Though i dont mind losing to liverpool if we are going to win the title again.

I hope Owen will be playing. If he does, I hope Rooney and he will score (and of course we win lah). This will definitely make me very happy.

Times Have Change

I remembered mentioning to Chenghan, that times have change. What do I mean when i say times have change. Of course, time is ever changing. Time does not wait for people. But what I actually meant was that, we are O-L-D.

Actually no (we are still young lah!)… Just read on…

During my Primary school and Secondary school days, I dare say that most people in school spoke Chinese. More likely than not, the common characteristics of my school mates family is ”Hokkien speaking parents working in some hard job”. So when we gather in school, most likely everyone starts to speak in Chinese. In fact, I remember those who spoke english were often laugh at. Come to think of it, I only can remember a few that spoke English in school, 1 of them was Jocelyn ”Shakespeare” Foon Fong Ling (can’t really remember her name). HAHAAHA. Often in class, she was the odd 1 out. We called her Shakespeare cause she always spoke in English and fiak all the english words which we don’t know (actually I did, my vocab was all right, but to blend with Guowen, I had to lower my standard).

Another guy i remembered in Primary school. His name was Josh Koh. He was from a well to do family, and he stayed at Orchid Park Condo. So in class he also fiak his english. I cannot tahan, so I always disturb him in class. I didnt really like his name, and actually i couldnt really pronounce so I always call him ”John” Koh. So everyday in class i will disturb him like ”Hey JOHN Koh, kan ling yang!” ”JOHN Koh, speak Chinese! Count to 10 in Chinese!!”. I was quite lame, but I was young, so I didnt know that maybe i did hurt him with my words. But though a group of us always taunt him, he was still in our group. I think we also damn ji siao, cause really always disturb him. 1 fine day, I still remembered, during recess, he punch me. Cause i think i ji siao him until he damnn angry. Most funny thing is, he punch me and my teeth drop (in primary school, milk teeth leh). So I was ushered to the dentist, but most importantly, i DIDN’t cry. In primary school a lot of people cry 1 ok. But i DID NOT. After going to the dentist, I damn angry, cause this fella punch me in front of my favourite girl – Alicia. So i cheong go back, biting the cotton wool in my mouth, i kick him in the back. HAHAHA. Ok that was funny while i think back. He stood back up, and then he said ”tomorrow meet at the school field, 1 on 1”.

Though the tyrant that I am, I was actually quite scared. Cause as you guys should know, I was rather small (my size, not my manhood) when I was young. This Josh guy was lke twice my size. So i was kinda worried. The night before i had to do some emergency training. I lied my mattress against the wall and hit it like a punching bag. After hitting it for a couple of hours, I convince myself that I was ready for ”John the english boy”.

The next day, I met him at the field. And we had a judge, the judge was my best friend in Primary school – Foo Jiesheng. So we started fighting. My plan was simple, he was fat, so all i just hit him and run around. As we said we will fight for 5mins, my theory was that, if he can’t catch me, he can’t beat me. So I layed that first punch on his fat belly. He whince in pain, woohooo, i was thinking ”damn shiok”. I gave him a few more punches and ran around. It was obvious i was weakening the big fat monster. I got so carried away that I even chut my ”flying kick”. But as we know, God is fair, he manage to grab my leg and threw me to the ground. Wah seriously, painful sia. Luckily, the judge is my best friend, so he said ”TIMES UP!”. If not you guys wouldnt be enjoying my very enjoyable company now. In the end, I kiss and made up with John, but still, everyday we were laughing at him. Now when I think back, of course i feel guilty cause i still remembered that though we kept making fun of him, in Primary 6 during his birthday, he even invited us to a party at his house. Hahha. Sorry Josh.

This was a loong story, but still read on…

As i step into JI, the culture sort of change. I guess we were lucky, most of the guys came into the same class. The guys I’m mentioning is the guys whom have more or less the same culture. Not those JC  english speaking sort of guys. So in this sense we were lucky. But in JI, I would say that more people spoke english. Maybe because they came from better schools, but they screw up somewhere and landed in JI.

As i walked into the working society, i was somehow flooded with ang mor wanna-bies. The more slang, the more sud. The more you got western, the better. Didnt you all forgot that our ancestors were from China? Or you prefer the British rulers wahahaha.

Whenever i go orchard now, I see a lot of english potato. They look like french fries walking around orchard. I think its because nowadays most parents are graduates. So their hokkien, chinese cannot make it. And they think english is cool, so they speak english at home, and then their children only know how to speak english. And the worst thing is, they think speaking in chinese is ah beng or uncle. Yea, we uncle and ah beng, u small kid, spg and act high class WAHAHAHA.

Maybe we sound rude or even not ”classy”. But hey, u guys follow the westernise culture so much that i suspect if you have an identity. You go ”wah, Brad Pitt! Tom Cruise!” The only thing i can associate is, you’ve got Beyonce’s pot-belly!

The other time i was at spinelli, again see such a group of young punks speaking english in slang and then act like they gangster. Then they were smoking, but the funniest thing was they were not using their hands to hold the ciger. Instead they use a pen to hold it. 1 word – Funny.

I have actually nothing against them. Just complaining a little, and telling a story or 2 to you guys. Nothing much, just another normal post.

Keep Running

Share this with you guys, think have not share it before. Keep the morale going.

“Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you better start running”.

-African proverb

Run, walk or stand still. Your life, your choice.

..

Friday friday, don’t you just love friday. Friday means it is the end of the week. Which also means its 2 days of non working days and 2 days of football to watch.

Time seems to put passing at a very fast rate. Suddenly it is October already. Time just seems to fly like ‘’snap”. Before you know it, you are gone with the wind.

Recently 1 of my top idol keep getting on the news – Sir Alex. He have been criticise for lambasting Ref Wiley. I cannot agree more that he have gone a bit overboard. I mean, maybe he is not such a good ref (actually i think ref Wiley should be respected, being 49 and being able to run like him is already very good), but don’t 人身公鸡 lah. Not so nice right, especially if you are 1 of the highly respected managers in the league. Many young kids look up to you.

But of course I have to defend him a little. Being a passionate man, he does not like losing. And when he does, most of the times, he wont blame himself. He will blame it on the field, the weather, the traffic jams, or even the prawn sandwich brigade. So this time, unluckily for Mr Wiley he chose to blame it on him. Did Mr Wiley have a good game (sunderland game) ? Actually I felt he was ok. Ok as in, he does not deserve the strong criticism. Maybe it was a foul on Foster in the 2nd goal, but I think if a foul was called, it was a soft foul.

Secondly, obviously we have a very bad game so Fergie might want to lessen some media attention on that. Foster was like his namesake, foster beer, he was giddy the whole game. I like this Foster guy, you know with a name like ”Ben”, you just want to be his friend. But his performance have led me to miss Taibi. At least Taibi makes  me laugh out loud haha. Foster makes me wanna kill him!

To add, Sir Alex, might just want to take a little pressure off the team for playing such a lousy game. So he shoot his mouth as he know by doing that, all the media a-ten-cent (attention) will be on him.

Anyway he have apologised (seems half hearted though), so I hope the FA does not give him a touchline ban. Many people have criticise that Sir Alex being who he is, gets away with many things he says. I agree, in fact I totally agree he gets better treatment. But this is how it works, if you are influential, of course you get better treatment. We see this everyday, whether in the office or even at home.

Let’s get on with it! The BPL season seems to be rather exciting soon. With Man City playing well, we might just be able to see the big 4 being broken up. If any of the big 4 fails to qualify for the Champions League, Im sure there is a lot of repurcussion. And it will be interesting to see how it will be handled. Liverpool or Arsenal seems likely candidates to be overtaken by Man City. Not forgetting the ever crazy Tottenham and Martin O Niell’s Aston Villa. Though I doubt this 2 team stand a better chance than Man City. Imagine Liverpool not inside the CL, will their finance crumble? Will top players like Torres leave them? I think the debts in the big 4 are huge. And I really think they cannot afford not to qualify for the CL. So bless whichever team which gets overtaken by Man City!