I can't really decide who was the better side in this game since they both had flashes of dominance yet it didn't result in goals. If United thought keeping it 0-0 till the end or on level terms and going down to penalties would get them through, they should figure out that they only can do it against Sp*rs and of course, Chelsea, whom they nicked the Champion's League trophy from.
The repercussions from United's loss means that they have narrowed down their possible trophy collection to 2 - the League title and the European crown.
Their league hopes could hinge on the result they get against us in May, where I hope 4th spot should be all but secured when Villa drew with West Ham. We still have to try and win every game still and Liverpool's next. 7 points all but separate us.
Then there's that Champion's League semi final.
It is scary thinking of it, but you just hope against all hope that in one and a half week's time, we can get rid of Silvestre entirely with the return of Djourou.
So it'll be an all blue Wembley final. I hate the colour blue. Nothing personal, just don't like that primary colour and every other colour derived from it. I love red. But I hate Liverpool red which is too much on the bright side. It's like chili red.
I like our white stripe. And then I think I'm a little late watching the special program on football rivalries between Arsenal and Sp*rs and Herbert Chapman who was from Sp*rs and how he added that white stripe to our jersey when he was at helm, apparently injection some of Sp*rs' apparent 'purity' into us. I thought that was funny really. Sp*rs and purity?
They all go for the same girl Danielle Lloyd. First up, Teddy Sheringham, then Jermaine Defoe and now Jamie O'Hara. They sure like passing the baton. And this girl is like the sluttiest tramp you can find out there who has a preference for footballers. She likes to be enroled permanently in the WAGs club. And then three dumbasses from across the street fall prey.
Perfect.
Any club with a bloody bird in their emblem is just no good. Like Charles Itandje and his monkeying around at a memorial service.
Did I mention I hate birds too? Nasty flying thinggys with abundance of shit and no toilet.
There are bigger games coming up. We already knew going into this week that at the end of it, we'll know exactly how our season will shape up. It's rather like if we have anything left to play for. Thankfully to the higher being up there, we are still in one competition. There was a potential to be in none. And if we had to choose which trophy we want to still be playing for, eyes closed, hands down, it's the Champion's League.
And hopefully, against all hope, we'll stay till the final and beat whoever comes our way.
Labels: Champion's League, Chelsea, FA Cup, Liverpool, Man Utd, Sp*rs
A Little Drunken Madness @ 1:46 AM