Magnificent Nani, Magnificent Seven.

It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings.

Take note on that.

Magnificent Nani

Will he be able to fill in Cristiano Ronaldo's boots? Nay.

But on Saturday, Nani made me think that he could be the new number 7. He should, he really should.

Tottenham Hotspurs looked like a better team; Ladley King equalized Giggs spot-kick. His header found the back of the net, allowed by inexperienced Rafael. Where he should have used his head rather than his knees.(With his action, this statement makes sense.)

United was shaky. Berbatov wobbled like a bobble-head. Giggs was not as fast. Valencia got injured, Carrick was like 'where is he?', it was not a convincing performance.

Then, came in Macheda. Later on to play a pass to Nani, then he finished with a great and beautiful chipped ball over Gomes. Sublime. Simply exquisite. Ice-cool finish. Greatly narrated by Nani. That was enough.

Later on, Nani's brilliance forced Palacios to make a mistake and tackled him in the box. Another spot-kick in by Ryan Giggs. Orchestrated by Nani.

Redknapp got Lennon and Bale, Modric and Defoe, but shitty-ass defence. Work on that 'ol man.

Now, the Devils got a room to breath until Chelsea met Liverpool. Phew!

Solomon Kalou, not a species of salmon; a very tasty fish.

Stoke got the trashing of their life. 7-0. 'nuff said. Sheesh! Kalou with a hatrick, Lampard scored two goals, Malouda netted one and Sturridge squeezed in another one. A bad day for Tony Pulis.

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Latest news, Liverpool lost. Hu-ha!

Diego Forlan's sucker punch work!

Messi Who?

I am the Special One.

One thing I love the most about football is, humans are playing it, not martians.

Well, if you all believed that Messi is from another planet, somehow, you are dead wrong. Jose Mourinho proved you wrong. Blergh!(please,let him manage Manchester United.)

He made it look easy. Messi is human. Crowd him. Then he can't do shit! Surely, Arsene Wenger felt stupid after that match and made him think,"Why can't I think of that earlier?". Answer, because low-level of smartness.

Well, now hail Jose Mourinho. Pedro scored a goal, he made Sneijder, Maicon and Eto'o scored one each. That's 3 goals up your ass. Loving how Sneijder commanded the middle. Damn he's great!

Massi? Yeah, easy, Lucio, Zanetti, Samuel, Pandev and Motta; they crowded him. Funny enough, Messi is human. He can't do a thing. Yeay!

This is MILAN!!!CRUSH MESSI!!! Then, Messi was killed.

Scholes Got The Goal, Terry Sees Red.

Haven't had much too talk lately. Lost to Bayern Munich with the referee as 'The Man of The Match', and a draw at Ewood Park against Blackburn Rovers, so I've decided to calm myself down and shut up for awhile.(Well,Chelsea fans were text-bombing me.Fags)

Now, have a look at my table in the office.

So, I was busy with work.(Blergh!)

Now,let us recap the game.

Manchester United didn't need any speedy right back; Gary Neville fits the criteria. Slow and old, he can't do much. But heck he got experience. Craig Bellamy can't move well. Tevez was,hmm..short. And Adebayor,well aimless.

To sum up everything. Manchester United won the last minute game again.

Scholes found the hole.

It was a boring game, gotta admit that. One moment made it interesting. 93th minutes, Scholes got the goal supplied by Patrice Evra. Hu-ha! Celebration erupted. I gave the finger to the silenced fans.(Obviously they are not Man.Utd fan and I'm lucky to get back home alive.)

It's okey to be gay if you win. True. True.

At White Hart Lane, Chelsea got the blues. Ancelotti turned red and Terry got the red. Boo!

All I can say is, when you try making Paulo Ferreira marking Gareth Bale, you can rest assure that Spurs will win. Even before the game started, I told my friends over a sip of tea that Spur will win 2-1. They wanna bet, I said no and told 'em I don't gamble.(Well,slighty regretted that now.)

Chelsea is being Chelsea. Old men being old men. When you can't catch the speed, tackle. They were sucked into playing Spurs speedy game and the Welsh Wonder Gareth Bale completed everything. Imagine Lennon playing along side Bale, damn. That would be a a great scene. Bale alone can terrorize Chelsea, imagine if he can do it with Lennon. Wow.

Tackles sparked early in the game, with referee Phillip Dowd simply ignoring everything. That made me wanna punch him.

But in the 14th minutes, Dowd saw what to be said as a hand-ball and the culprit was John Terry!(Now,you got caught. Even if that wasn't a hand-ball, what goes around comes around, friend girlfriend's fucker.)

Welsh Wonder, not English. Too bad.

Defoe slotted the penalty and then, the game was about Gareth Bale. Few sluggish step over and body feint, Ferreira was beaten(he was never that great anyway.) and Bale scored with his right foot. Boom! Cech was beaten.

Chelsea were unable to get back in the game, Deco was poor, Drogba got injured, Malouda was tightly marked, Lampard's goal was too late, Mikel was stupid and Terry was even stupider. Never a better time that karma bite you in the ass.

Boohoohoohoo! It's just a red card, don't cry fucker. Did you see Wayne Bridge crying?

So Close Yet So Far

Well, this suck. So close yet so far. I'm not in the mood to say anything. We lost. Damn it.

Aggregate, 4-4. We lost on the away goals. Now, who do I punch?