how did it come to this?
watched a disappointing match between real and man utd tis morning. until a whopping time of 5. man, to see man utd lose? not worth it man. it wasn't even that exciting a match( ok, there's a certain excitement to it but...). ronaldo wasn't in his form, gary neville seemed pissed at every small little hitch, butt keeps passing the ball to the opponents, and worse still, beckham was wearing a hairband. and his hair was sticking out in places. we're talking bout beckham here people. beckham! world famous for his i-play-ball-but-am-still-clean-and-model-like look, and he has hair here and dere not tamed down. such shock.
i guess somewhere deep down inside i knew that man utd was gonna lose. they were away after all, and madrid is indeed a superstar team - with a lineup consisting of big names like zidane, ronaldo, figo, raul, casillas(!!), roberto carlos. even the captain looks kinda familiar. anyways there's gonna be another match, so we shall see what happens next.
another thing i knew deep inside was that there was bound to be people - lots of them, forsaking precious hours of sleep for this match. only yesterday night alone in the living room, this fact seemed sooo... surreal.
haa.
