I'm pretty emotionless right now because I don't know what to feel.
Before the game there was so much hype and whatever and all the hopes and dreams that the people who can make a difference on the pitch will do so.
Sometimes, I hate it when the whole team talks too much about a lot of shit.
Diaby spoke.
Adebayor spoke.
And those two were the idiots who should be shot. Adebayor in particular, for even saying that he will score at Old Trafford. What a performance to prove it without the damn goal.
Diaby was just being Diaby. Gives me a headache thinking about it.
Bendtner came on and did well but not enough. I would have preferred him coming on for Diaby with Theo shifting to the left.
Overall, the first goal was a result of diabolical defending once again and United fans would have loved it because it was an assist from Silvestre. He did okay though, for the rest of the game.
Almunia kept our bid to reach the final alive and I can't express how grateful I am to him.
Alright, back to my nutella. Too stoned to really do anything besides knowing we need to win 2-0 at the Emirates to go through without the horror of penalties.
And that is without United scoring. That means we'll all die of cardiac arrest watching the game, especially if the team holds out till the final minutes. Just one goal could just take away everything.
Yes nutella is calling me.
Labels: Almunia, Champion's League, Man Utd
A Little Drunken Madness @ 4:48 AM