Devastated.
First and foremost, though, there is still hope. Congratulations to Theo Walcott for his first Arsenal goal! Brilliant build-up play and brilliant strike. If only the circumstances were much more conducive for celebrations.
Denilson and Diaby and Fabregas were incredible as well, and Hoyte was decent. Armand Traore need not feel shame either; given his sheer inexperience. Up to the final, Almunia had shown great improvement over his apocalyptic goal-keeping against Barcelona in Paris last year. There is yet hope. These players can hold their heads high, they have retained their honour despite the loss.
Having said that, the sting of defeat is almost too great to bear.
Master Wenger is perched too precariously on that thin line seperating morality, idealism, courage, bravery, and honour on the one side; and stupidity, delusional naivete, myopic vision and suicidal tendency on the other. His decision to field the Young Guns showed that he has one foot on one side of the line, and his other foot on the other side. He may fall into the abyss of unrealistic delusion if he is not careful. This has long been forewarned by many pundits since the rise of the False Champions and the sale of Captain Viera, but it has never been as clearly shown as it has been on that fateful Sunday evening.
The Master may argue that in thrashing Liverpool and Tottenham the Young Guns deserved their place fully, but it does not seem to have occured to him that the Evil Empire, with its malevolent billions of oil roubles, is an entirely different kind of enemy altogether. Liverpool, Tottenham, and Everton are but minor brigands, like Fascist Italy in World War 2. Chelsea is a Nazi Germany, utterly powerful and utterly evil beyond reckoning.
What of his players? Aside from the names already mentioned, the rest of the team did not perform. Toure was Captain, I feel, not by any merit of leadership qualities but by virtue of the fact that he was the oldest player on the team. He is a solid defender, a class act, but he cannot marshal his fellow defenders the way Sol Campbell and Martin Keown, let alone the Great Tony Adams, did. He is only a Follower type of player. Having said that, he is a faithful, resilient, reliable, solid, adventurous Follower; a fighter to the last.
But he not a Leader in the mould of Sol, Martin, and The Great Adams. His leadership cannot be compared with his predecessors. And his puzzling and bizarre insistence about taking free kicks in his puzzling and bizarre way have not benefited the team at all.
At least good old Kolo was fully committed on the pitch. He just needs a strong, leader-like partner who can direct him. But unfortunately, his partner was the worst player on the pitch (Shevchenko comes in second worst because he at least hit the crossbar once). His partner, Senderos, has been described as the "butt defender" and rightly so. Senderos is becoming more and more like the new Pascal Cygan and less and less like the new Sol Campbell. And I'm not talking about skin colour here.
Letting DOGba onside for the first goal, and then allowing Dogba to get in front of him for the second- this has been the fifth match he has lost out to that mongrel from the False Champions. And his distribution remains utter rubbish. I dont know what else to say, he is the single biggest liability to the Arsenal since Pascal "Donkey" Cygan. Bloody useless piece of shit. Looks like Cashley Hole was justified in criticizing him in his book.
Hleb was really anonymous. I dont know what is with the guy. I've never really seen him do anything constructive every time he plays.
As for the scum, they did their usual cynical job. They did it well. Of course, they showed just how stupid they are (Terry just had to put his great big bug-ugly pug face just at the exact spot where Diaby was going to kick the ball clear) and how barbaric they are (Motherfucking Mikel Jon Obi-Wan-to-fuck-mom's shameless pulling of Toure's shirt- the mother fucker deserves to be castrated-and the Uruk-Hai Scum supporters who threw missiles at Cesc Fabregas - not a single Arsenal fan threw anything onto the pitch)
I'm disillusioned. And disgusted. MORONho can go and celebrate his trophy. Moronho always celebrates his "hard-fought" victories as if they were so fucking epic- this latest one involving a bunch of billionaire superstar sportsmen struggling to beat a bunch of teenagers fresh from the Academy.
I've always wondered how anyone can be so proud of winning trophies with unlimited funds to spend on whichever players they like from the start of the season.
I've never understood them.
It's like playing a computer game and typing a cheat code to give you unlimited money/ammunition/health/weapons/energy/power, and then when you win the game, you celebrate and cheer and congrajulate yourself as if you played so damn well and so damn skillfully with so damn much innate talent.
And that says a LOT about the maturity of the "special" Moronho.
If anything, the youngest, smallest person down on the grass of the Millenium Stadium wasn't the teenage Young Guns, nor even the ball boys, nor even the mascot kids who accompany the players out at the start of every match.
The youngest, smallest person on the pitch was the 41-year-old Special One, Jose Moronho, who is feeling damn proud and damn special because he has won five trophies with an unlimited amount of cash to spend on whichever players he likes.
At least Arsenal have NEVER bought any silverware. Never.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
And you thought your family was weird
Just had the most bizarre re-union dinner with my dad's side of the family.
We were at this restaurant, having a normal Chinese New Year dinner with all the normal, ordinary banter and conversation.
Halfway between the roast duck and the salted veg, a bald uncle next to me pulled out several silver packages and passed them round.
They weren't the normal red packets you'd eagerly expect. But because they were an unusual silver, we looked at them with interest.
Then the conversation became very, very, strange.
Bald Uncle: "This is Malaysian Viagra. Very, very, good. My friend recommended me. Cleared by AVA and the government. For both male and female. Will make you very strong, very alert, very fast."
**this made me nearly choke on my crispy duck skin***
Aunty 1: "Oh really ah! Eh Uncle 4 you should try this you're always so slow"
Uncle 4: "Really meh this kind of thing can work anot"
Bald Uncle: "Eh its been in Singapore for quite some time already. About 6 000 Singaporeans have tried it"
Cousin 1: (sotto voce) "Yeah... And all 6 000 ended up in SGH"
***I began to drink tea to wash the bits of food stuck in my throat and threatening to block my windpipe****
Uncle 2: "So whats the name of this libido medicine?"
Bald Uncle: "Oh, it depends which flavour you want. This one is Orange Juice, that one is Green Tea"
***WTF MAN!!! WTF?!?!?****
Aunty 3: "Aiya we dont need these kind of lan chiao medicine one. We have never needed lan chiao medicine!"
Uncle 4: "But this one not just for cure. It can boost performance what!"
***At this stage I had my cell-phone out and was pretending to be engaged in a phone call****
And on and on the conversation went, about sex drives and that kind of thing, while they cut up the duck and dished out the noodles.
My dinner was prematurely ended as my appetite had completely failed me by the time the dessert arrived. I can't imagine how I managed to finish the meal.
The UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-ness of the whole thing was incredible.
By the time we left the place my mind was filled with Question marks and the incredulous letters W, T, and F were all I could think of.
We were at this restaurant, having a normal Chinese New Year dinner with all the normal, ordinary banter and conversation.
Halfway between the roast duck and the salted veg, a bald uncle next to me pulled out several silver packages and passed them round.
They weren't the normal red packets you'd eagerly expect. But because they were an unusual silver, we looked at them with interest.
Then the conversation became very, very, strange.
Bald Uncle: "This is Malaysian Viagra. Very, very, good. My friend recommended me. Cleared by AVA and the government. For both male and female. Will make you very strong, very alert, very fast."
**this made me nearly choke on my crispy duck skin***
Aunty 1: "Oh really ah! Eh Uncle 4 you should try this you're always so slow"
Uncle 4: "Really meh this kind of thing can work anot"
Bald Uncle: "Eh its been in Singapore for quite some time already. About 6 000 Singaporeans have tried it"
Cousin 1: (sotto voce) "Yeah... And all 6 000 ended up in SGH"
***I began to drink tea to wash the bits of food stuck in my throat and threatening to block my windpipe****
Uncle 2: "So whats the name of this libido medicine?"
Bald Uncle: "Oh, it depends which flavour you want. This one is Orange Juice, that one is Green Tea"
***WTF MAN!!! WTF?!?!?****
Aunty 3: "Aiya we dont need these kind of lan chiao medicine one. We have never needed lan chiao medicine!"
Uncle 4: "But this one not just for cure. It can boost performance what!"
***At this stage I had my cell-phone out and was pretending to be engaged in a phone call****
And on and on the conversation went, about sex drives and that kind of thing, while they cut up the duck and dished out the noodles.
My dinner was prematurely ended as my appetite had completely failed me by the time the dessert arrived. I can't imagine how I managed to finish the meal.
The UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-ness of the whole thing was incredible.
By the time we left the place my mind was filled with Question marks and the incredulous letters W, T, and F were all I could think of.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
The Purges
I'm damned sick of this weakness, this vulnerability.
It can only lead to humiliation and disgrace.
It's a disease, a cancer, that eats away, slowly corroding, slowly warping, perceptions and personality, twisting it into shapes unrecognisable.
It's about time I did something about it.
The others, the rest, they may do as they please, selling themselves out to whoever they want to.
But as for myself...
No more weakness.
No more snivelling moments begging and pleading.
No more kow-towing to beg for an opportunity for slavery.
No More of that.
No More.
Victorious Aut Mortis-Give me Victory or Violent Death
It can only lead to humiliation and disgrace.
It's a disease, a cancer, that eats away, slowly corroding, slowly warping, perceptions and personality, twisting it into shapes unrecognisable.
It's about time I did something about it.
The others, the rest, they may do as they please, selling themselves out to whoever they want to.
But as for myself...
No more weakness.
No more snivelling moments begging and pleading.
No more kow-towing to beg for an opportunity for slavery.
No More of that.
No More.
Victorious Aut Mortis-Give me Victory or Violent Death
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Complexities
As I type this the Rulers of The Island, Our Lord Benefactors, are announcing to the populace a new plan for the expenditure of their vast taxation revenue.
This includes an explanation that, due to their beneficient plans in the face of the inexorable crush of the tides of globalisation, they will raise the taxation rates.
One wonders why they even bother to do so. They control the military and the media, the coinage and the courts, and thus the minds and bodies and, if you like, souls of the underclasses. Why the need to explain?
They hold so much power in the hands of so few that they have not the slightest need to appear beholden to the "electorate" (what a funny, alien concept on The Island). Why bother to explain to the underclasses when you have so much power over them?
Of course, they've done more than mere explaining. They've gotten a full broadside of a propaganda campaign underway, as much as subtlety would allow them.
"Maturity with a Bang"
"Silver Workforce Strikes Gold"
"Why the *** Hike Is a good thing after all"
"Two-point hike- It affects the poor the most, but they will receive help"
(Wait, wasn't the poor supposed to be helped by the hike? Why should the help that they recieve be in spite of the hike?)
and other such good- no, not merely good, incredibly, stupendously, marvellous great- news headlines all over the newspapers.
And on the televised news, they interviewed at least a dozen upper and middle classs people in the Central Business District about what they thought about the impending tax increase. Not surprisingly, they all gave the Thumbs Up.
But not once did the propagandists interview the people who clean toilets, who cook in the hawker centers, who labour day and night to the bone. A cyncially smart move. These people would have given not the Thumbs Down but the Middle Finger Up. They would have spat in the camera lens and hurled expletives at Our Benefactors. And that would not look good on the evening news, would it?
Disgust, disgust. Emotions that reach new heights every time I see the well fed and well clothed Lord Benefactors walking around the underclasses and smiling and smiling and promising more "help"- help in the form of increased taxation.
And, increasing their own pay as well. One of Our Supreme Lord Benefactors has claimed that he and his fellow Benefactors had to have higher, "competitive" pay, or else they might leave for the private sector, and deprive Our Benefactory of their skills, or even worse, become corrupt. So they had to have higher pay in order to help them to resist the temptation to become corrupt.
Isn't that legalising corruption in all but name?
Things are skewed here on The Island.
This includes an explanation that, due to their beneficient plans in the face of the inexorable crush of the tides of globalisation, they will raise the taxation rates.
One wonders why they even bother to do so. They control the military and the media, the coinage and the courts, and thus the minds and bodies and, if you like, souls of the underclasses. Why the need to explain?
They hold so much power in the hands of so few that they have not the slightest need to appear beholden to the "electorate" (what a funny, alien concept on The Island). Why bother to explain to the underclasses when you have so much power over them?
Of course, they've done more than mere explaining. They've gotten a full broadside of a propaganda campaign underway, as much as subtlety would allow them.
"Maturity with a Bang"
"Silver Workforce Strikes Gold"
"Why the *** Hike Is a good thing after all"
"Two-point hike- It affects the poor the most, but they will receive help"
(Wait, wasn't the poor supposed to be helped by the hike? Why should the help that they recieve be in spite of the hike?)
and other such good- no, not merely good, incredibly, stupendously, marvellous great- news headlines all over the newspapers.
And on the televised news, they interviewed at least a dozen upper and middle classs people in the Central Business District about what they thought about the impending tax increase. Not surprisingly, they all gave the Thumbs Up.
But not once did the propagandists interview the people who clean toilets, who cook in the hawker centers, who labour day and night to the bone. A cyncially smart move. These people would have given not the Thumbs Down but the Middle Finger Up. They would have spat in the camera lens and hurled expletives at Our Benefactors. And that would not look good on the evening news, would it?
Disgust, disgust. Emotions that reach new heights every time I see the well fed and well clothed Lord Benefactors walking around the underclasses and smiling and smiling and promising more "help"- help in the form of increased taxation.
And, increasing their own pay as well. One of Our Supreme Lord Benefactors has claimed that he and his fellow Benefactors had to have higher, "competitive" pay, or else they might leave for the private sector, and deprive Our Benefactory of their skills, or even worse, become corrupt. So they had to have higher pay in order to help them to resist the temptation to become corrupt.
Isn't that legalising corruption in all but name?
Things are skewed here on The Island.
Eat S*** and Die, Bolton Rugby Club!
Bolton 1 Arsenal 3.
HA! HA! HA!
That's what you get for playing like cavemen you football- retarded Bolton shits!
Arsenal by all accounts were simply dazzling. And without Cesc Fabre-class and King Henry too!
But, of course, we missed two penalties and two open goals.
It's sheer brilliance to triumph despite missing so good chances as these.
But it also should serve a warning to the team.
Their biggest weakness is not in defending set pieces.
It's in being able to finish clinically
HA! HA! HA!
That's what you get for playing like cavemen you football- retarded Bolton shits!
Arsenal by all accounts were simply dazzling. And without Cesc Fabre-class and King Henry too!
But, of course, we missed two penalties and two open goals.
It's sheer brilliance to triumph despite missing so good chances as these.
But it also should serve a warning to the team.
Their biggest weakness is not in defending set pieces.
It's in being able to finish clinically
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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