I haven't had goosebumps for quite some time. Okay, that's a lie. I just had goosebumps this morning when i badly need the toilet, but that's not the point. I haven't had a genuine goosebumps that left me with an awe-inspiring feeling. I haven't had the kind of goosebumps that warmed up my heart and left it glowing with ease. I haven't had goosebumps ever since i left secondary school and have no live band playing Ross Roy for me.

But upon watching that video above, i got my first ever goosebumps after a very long time. Good job, Mr. YouTube-Man-United-Video-Maker.

No joke. That little short-lived video brought me back to whole "national-stadium-tkband-anoneh-pakuke-pride" moments. It's lively and dance-able, but there's just something about it which fills up your heart with warm honey liquid. I'm not sure if it's the 'Glory Glory Man Utd' part or the fact that the lyrics shows how much the old squad was missed, but there's definitely something. Something i can't quite put my finger on. Something which reminded me badly of TKBand.

Though i haven't been updating myself with TKBand's regular conquests, i sure as hell have been busy watching StarSports (or is it SportsWorld? Or StarWorld? Or SportsStar? I can never remember channel names even if it meant saving my life), cutting out Ronaldo pics and pasting them all over my work desktop, endless debate with my sayang on why Torres belonged in Man United and NOT Liverpool, and of course, watching their breathtaking matches against Derby and anticipating the match against Fulham. I'm beginning to have a sudden emotional kind of connection with my lovely Devils, (not saying that i haven't all this while, but you know what i mean), so much so that the song/chant/cheer above could make me tear somehow.

Hmmm, Valentine's Day has already passed and i'm still a hopeless emotional romantic, no? I guess i should say that ever since i met my dearest fiancee, Valentine's Day meant nothing anymore; everyday is a Valentine's day for us! In fact on the day itself, me and dearest spend it at our cousin's house, helping out for her son's "cukur rambut" (do not make me translate that in english) event.

So bye bye to Valentine's Day and hellooooooo Premier League and FA Cup!

Watch out Fulham. Be afraid. Be very afraid.