"Lawa captain armband? Setakat armband lawa, kalah buat ape.."

Doesn't look good on me though. Does it worth wearing?

I am an avid footballer and one of many huge fans of the game. I have so much of passion and interest on the game, where I had once cried when Selangor was vanished by a northern team of Kedah, during 1996 Liga M season, and I lost my appetite for 2 days after that. Quite recently, I couldn’t even sleep all night and I got my mind unfocused during Chemistry class, when Pn. Salma enthusiastically explained the reaction kinetics and what not, my head went to Singapore, reflecting why Kyril Muhaimin couldn’t seal the spot kick for Malaysia. And Malaysia lost to that small country, whose citizens drink recycled water everyday. It wouldn’t be a surprise if my mood would go haywire if Liverpool fail to lift the European silverware I and every Koppites have been dreaming of. And that is how I love my game. But one idiot strucked me on my dick with this stupid hypothesis, which I would be happy to score a huge middle finger to that person.

"Am, ko main bola sebab nak impress dak dak pompuan ke?"

Fuck. And that’s how I reacted upon hearing that stupid deduction on why I play the beautiful game.

They say, to score a girl, you have to play sport, have a good look, have a good taste in fashion, have handsome cash in your wallet and whatever it is to get that G spot going. But I never give a fuck about that for I do things my way and what I feel like doing. I am not doing things to hook some gadis up, and it same goes to football, I play it because I love it, and not because I am in love with someone else. And if I do have feeling to some gadis, I would go straight to her and maneuvering a big French kiss, rather than keeping a distance with her, showing my Ronaldinho-like skill (Ha Ha), and hoping I will hit her G spot. Dude, couldn’t it be lamer?

Playing football to get some tits is so not me.

Ah, by the way, I am just hoping that that idiot would get a model or Miss World to be his spouse for playing a sloppy football and crappy skills. Anyway thanks dude, you made me love football even more.

Play with your heart, that is Joga Bonito.
Not play for any tits, that is Fucka Fuckito.

We converted the ironing ledge to a boot gallery

I got myself bald-headed to impersonate Zizou

I had this as my laptop's wallpaper and get people laugh off me in the process

We ran, we fell, we laughed, we strived, then we laughed again

All that made evening the best part of my day

P.S. Please excuse my words. They are there to help myself expressing better. I just can’t take them out of my annoyance and resentment. One without the other is the eyes without the ears. Cheers.

"Bald men are more 'virile' or sexually active than others", Levels of free testosterone are strongly linkedto libido and also DHT levels, but unless free testosterone is virtually non-existent levels have not been shown to affect virility. Men with androgenic alopecia are more likely to have a higher baseline of free androgens.

Yellowish Reds did the stripping all week long. Thanks to this man,

Si Buncit, Si Dahi Luas, Si Bijak Pandai.

Yeah, a week full of reds stripping others standing in their way. Sadly, I wasn’t there in front of the tv to watch how Rafa’s side tamed down the team that tamed down Arsenal in the last sixteen turmoil, the Boeren, PSV Eindhoven because of a fucking chemistry lab reports in need to be handed in the next day, but I managed to log in early in the morning and found myself shouting of content alone in my class. Well, the name Boeren is because of their origin of provincial city and yes, it is ‘farmer’ if you direct-translate it. Of course, hungry Kop wouldn’t give a shitty damn. Three goals against the farmers, and it were two Kop starlets who stole the show, our own Julius Caesar and Mark Antony by the name of Stevie G and Jamie Carra.

"Skipper Gerrard became his side's highest ever scorer in the European Cup, while Carragher passed Phil Neal's record for the most appearances in the competition." - Daily Mirror

And credits also should be given to Peter Crouch and Steve Finnan for their outstanding performace over the week, with Crouchie netted thrice against the Gunners, and proved that he is a complete package, having used all his right and left foot, and of course, his head. And Finnan was rocking solid at right back all week long and no question over that he is one of Liverpool's most consistent performers this season. Credits and credits to newly signed Javier Mascherano, who was having tough time over the season, struggling with a struggling side, West Ham, before joining the ever established the Reds. He is the real Javier Mascherano we knew at the Olympics as he is dubbed as ‘monster of all players’ by Rafa Benitez after dazzling performance on his debut against Sheffield United and to put icing on the cake, the great Stevie G also tipped his hat off over Masche’s breathtaking hard-tackling and solid technique performance, which was indispensable in Red’s 4-0 riot over United.

I laughed when Alvaro Arbeloa, a Spaniard who just came into the Kop red force out of nowhere, scored a very important goal in the match. As rich as any American-owned club, Rafa Benitez had been given a cushioning cash from Gillette-Hicks, the emperor and empress. But instead of buying players with nice boots and nice resume, he chose players he has faith with (and players with murah murah price). Nicknamed as The Disease, Arbeloa is now reunited with Rafa Benitez, after spending years in Real Madrid C together, but now, only the color of the jerseys differ. Mourinho should learn something from this. Afterall, cash isn’t actually everything when you have a team full of loyal, enthusiastic and passionate players like Liverpool.

"All the players are important and I cannot talk about the situation of each player. It's better to talk to them. It's fair to say I am really pleased with my squad and would like to progress with all my players." - Rafa Benitez

P.S. I laughed, and who expect me to not to, when Man Utd and Arsenal picked up their two consecutive losses in a week. From chuckle to giggle before turning to a big ha ha ha for me.