getcha head in the game.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Never back down.
Those are the three words in my mind as i lay down on the couch watching Fulham thrash my lovely Devils to a humiliating finish. Although i must admit that while thinking of this blog title, i thought of
Zac Efron / HSM / 'Getcha Head In The Game', and i couldn't bloody concentrate on the match because i was too busy singing the song in my head. I swear i even thought i saw Ronaldo bouncing a basketball. Before Scholes send-off slapped me back into reality, of course. The basketball literally disappeared and Efron vanished into thin air.
I didn't catch the first few minutes of the game because i fell asleep in the middle of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. It's getting too old and too boring for me...and if you translate that properly, it simply meant i can't wait to feast my eyes on the Half Blood Prince, while hoping all the same that it isn't disappointing. I even managed to dream about it a little before Draco escaped my dreams with his Firebolt because I heard my dear younger brother groaning in frustration.
And boy, it sure was a frustrating thing to watch Man Utd struggle.
I looked at them, all 11 of them on the field, and i couldn't help noticing that those people in red aren't the Man Utd squad i know so well. They don't seemed to be much on form for me. Somehow, there's just something about the boys which made me decide that they aren't gonna win this. Something tells me this isn't their week. I think the Devils are going through a phase we call,
'You-can't-have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too moments.' Lady luck has turned her back on them and Sir Alex has probably chew on the wrong side of the gum for this few weeks.
But alas, the second half made me smile although there were still no goals from my boys. The way they picked up their game - how Rooney shine some light, how Ronaldo stand his ground (yeah he's a jerk at times, but atleast he's cuter than all of you put together), how Park tried so so hard and how all of them showed whatever little spirit that is left in them. Now THAT is enough for me to convince myself that the Devils i adore are still on the road despite the back to back defeats.
Yes, sometimes i know i amaze people when i still smile even after the final whistle marked the losing of my team. I smile to watch them all so dejected and drowning in anguish because i know what don't kill them only will make them stronger. So i still smile watching Ronaldo and the boys walked out of the pitch with their heads down. I still smile because i just love watching them - win, lose or draw. I'm crying in agony inside because of the lost, but i still smile on the outside because i know that this sure hurt them more than it did us, their fans, so they'll know they need to pull up their socks and work their ass off for the next game. YEAH.
I'm weird like that, but whatever.I wouldn't give a flying fuck about the scoreboard. Hell, who am i kidding. Of course i care about the scoreboard. But to me, it does not matter as much as watching the boys give their all and play to the end of the final whistle without giving up. That, to me, is what defines a champion. And no matter who Man Utd lose to next, they're still the greatest team in my eyes.
It's alright boys. Pick up your fight in a week or two. We, loyal Man Utd fans, will be ever-waiting to see you slay some teams again and do what you're best at - WINNING. Like how they always say, you'll never know how sweet and real victory can really be unless you've tasted defeat. (Ahem. Speaking from experience, as you might have guessed.) So if by any flying miracle my lovely Devils were to read this, i wish to tell them that the unwavering support from their fans ought to keep them going for atleast a few more weeks despite the thrashing and beating.
So getcha head in the game, fellas. Getcha head in the game. We are no sore losers. I love you guys all the same.
We all do.
