The powers that may be have a twisted sense of humour.

On what was a typical stay-home Saturday soccer night, I was getting ready for the Liverpool vs Arsenal game, when I wondered if the alien lookalike with long legs aka Peter Crouch would be playing. He was. Then I was thinking what a great joke it would be if he scored. Being that I dislike that no-skill-no-gift-but-just-blardy-tall-with-ostrich-like-legs fella quite a fair bit. To me, he is just simply lucky.

But guess what?! He scored! Honeybee had a great laugh seeing the look of disbelief on my face. He laughed harder when I started ranting how lucky that alien with long legs is. And the worse part was being stuck with cheering for the home team with that alien in it. I was utterly horrified when the game ended with him scoring three times! Eek!

Whatever. The game was boring anyway.

Then there was my fave, the team I’ve supported since I was a wee lass of 11, playing against Blackburn. The match was pure agony and heartache when Blackburn scored first while its keeper did a fine job of keeping out the Devils. With a heavy heart, I watched the minutes leading to the 90th tick by. I couldn’t concentrate on anything I was doing, I didn’t even want to visit the bathroom for fear of missing out on the action. And what fine action and excitement it was!

All the disappointments for missed chances turned into immense joy when Scoles scored a goal! And THAT was skill! There was no denying the relief I felt… I was even more ecstatic when the 2nd goal followed, then the 3rd and finally the 4th.

Who cares about an alien and its hat-trick. The Man U game was the best match of the night!

Glory Glory Manchester United!!!