interesting result

chelsea-v-barca-the-barce-001i wanted barça to win. the result came out as i wish. yet it feels wrong. 

chelsea took control of the game almost all 90 minutes, except when the goal was conceded. the grass in front of barça goal was busily stomped upon. peter czech was ignored and alone almost till the end of the game. 

i think this is the 1st time i saw something like this. playing well and being defeated, with a little help of a friend – or something like that. 

weird result indeed but yeah! go barça. i would be forever grateful if you beat man utd.

image from the guardian

liverpool the winner

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am i out of my mind? 

despite the result, our liverpool is the winner. 

no, i’m not in denial, either. 

how many times have you witnessed such bravery, fearlessness, and relentlessness. how many times did our mighty reds dust themselves off and keep trying without any signs of discouragement.

how many times have they shown us, supporters around the world, that this squad was made with the heart of gold. 

we came into this game with hardship atlas has when the world is on his shoulder. being down 1-3 is a mission impossible to carry out. we needed a miracle to rescue us. 

but that’s not who we are. miracle has nothing to do with it. we are the team built of talents, skills, and determination. 

the night was the testament of those qualities. they were the 90 minutes of renewed hope. of impossible dream. 

that dream, however, bid farewell in the end. the lady luck was done with us and decided to switch team. not that we needed her anyway. or did we.

it was the 1st time i understood why some people turn off the tele or walk out of the stadium before the game ends. an imaginary crow ripped our heart out and tossed it to its ogre friend who stomped upon it joyfully like some dancing game. 

when you test a boat, you don’t launch it in a calm sea. instead, you throw it to the stormy, cruel water. a good boat strides no matter how big the waves. we are the good boat. we stride with our head held high. even when we are drowning to the ears, we keep swimming for the shore though none is in sight. we had done that the whole 90 minutes. we never give up. 

our traveling kopites fought as hard as our 11 guys in the field. though outnumbered, you’ll never walk alone pushed its decibel through the thickness of noises and voices behind the enemy line and traveled to our grateful ears around the world. you are the inspiration to our mighty reds. i bow to you. 

football match is all about the end result. this one is no exception. but don’t we cry. never before the defeat felt this blissful. our strength and spirit will fill the void and heal the pain in our heart. our mighty reds have proved to every and any football club on the planet that our soul is invincible. though the heart is broken, we are not breaking. 

we are the winner. 

as the 2oth anniversary of hillsborough, i pray for the families who lost their loved ones in that tragedy. 

image from red and white kop liverpool forum

butchered by the blues

one and only liverpool goal of the night. though beautiful as it is, our champions league dream is over. and i'm crying right now as i type

one and only liverpool goal of the night. though beautiful as it is, our champions league dream is over. and i'm crying right now as i type

who in the entire universe could have seen it coming? one of the most brilliant goal at 6th minute then hell broke loose. and it’s not for our own good.

could this only be a nightmare? will i wake up tomorrow and this will go away? 

we can’t lose to chelsea. we just can’t. champions league is ours. rightfully ours. chelsea has no right to take that away from us. no.

i won’t accept this. i can’t accept this. why, how, what?

our victories in the past games don’t soften the blow at all. the pain is too much to handle. i don’t know what to do with it. 

what happened to us? after the amazing torres goal, we were shot circuited and things went tumbling down. 

i want my top-formed, usual-self liverpool back. where did they go in the past 90 minutes? 

i don’t care if barça beat chelsea. i don’t care whatever team wins. not anymore. 

need more kleenex. my eyes hurt.

my head and heart as it happens

rafa, take us there!rafa, take us there!

you’ll never walk alone buries all other noises at anfield. our captain fantastic looks solemn and focused. 

the kick off begins.

dear gerrard, i want to see the camera kissing again. because that means you are scoring.

go fight win!

i can’t say enough and i’m not tired of saying it. i love torres. GOAL!

oh no. the away goal. i can’t believe what just happened. where’s mache?

so crestfallen. the fans are singing strong. what loyal fans we have!

come back and bury chelsea in the 2nd half, mighty reds!

come on guys! we can win this. 

and i don’t like john terry. i don’t agree that he deserves to be national team caption. 

drogba, 3rd time isn’t a charm for you sir. good defense carra.

i don’t like terry but why is he given yellow card? 

no no no no no. this is ridiculous. what’s going on with our defense? 2nd away goal. shite. rafa, do something!

we are being slaughtered. it’s too much to take right now. anyone got a rope. i wanna hang myself. even that doesn’t feel as painful. 

we dig ourselves the hole that seems too deep to climb out. what happens us after torres goal? 

will we win anything this season? i’m sorry to doubt you, liverpool. but i can’t be very optimistic at this time.

who are those guys in red jersey? they look like liverpool but they don’t play like liverpool. are we sleep deprived? undernourished? why does it seem that no one can focus and play their level? 

we might not win premier league. i can make peace with that though i don’t want to. losing to chelsea at this stage is unacceptable. champions league is our birthright. it’s our pride. we need another istanbul. 

none act like themselves tonight. it’s awfully wrong. wrong. wrong.

where can i buy poison strong enough to take the pain away from this bleeding heart

i found chocolate cake in liverpool win

having a piece of chocolate cake gives me a similar taste as when liverpool is winning. it’s sweet and makes me feel full. 

i bet chocolate cake is a top choice for many. you can rarely go wrong with chocolate, even when it’s mixed with something like orange. actually, orange chocolate is my favorite. 

too much sugar is bad for my complexion, my dear liverpool. so please keep winning so i can feel like i have a virtual piece of chocolate cake every time. 

let’s beat that blue team on wednesday. chocolate cake tastes good at room temperature. revenge is best served cold. 

image from martha stewart weddings