when i broke free down the left flank. it was the kind of scene that i had been visualising all these time in my mind. a simple fake. cut it in. and a shot.
but it broke down when i let ou my flashy side and did 2 stepovers. end up giving back the advantage that i had gained and had to pass it back to defence. well at least possession was mantained. but the chance to get that equaliser was lost.

i kind of understand why gerrard can play well in club level. but never in england.
when the play revolves around you. you are made to look good.
when you're surrounded with stars. everything you do will only appear normal.
but when you're the star of a club. sometimes you wonder if the team shares the same desire and hunger as you do.
of course this wouldn't be a problem when you're in a bigger club. but of course that doesn't guarantee a place in the starting line up. you can of course train harder. be a better player. provided you haven't lose yourself in cars, women, and nightlife.

when we were given the lead. yes, given. we didn't appreciate it.
it was, but a matter of time before we were punished.
when we had to work for the win. we tried. but it was too little too late.
why do we always have to wait til we lose sth before we realise the value of its worth?

may things be different come tuesday.
when we dress in orange.
when i fight in 8.
there shouldn't be any disappointment.
for o-eight.
it's a sacred number.