Showing posts with label Chelsea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chelsea. Show all posts

Monday, April 28, 2014

"Win or lose, the blood was Red"

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I will not try to cover up the fact that I am happy as fuck. Liverpool losing and Gerrard slipping in the process. I couldn't be more content.

"Win or lose, the blood was Red" one fan kononnya menunjukkan kesemangatan assabiyah yang begitu jitu. Dey macha, I've got a little news for you. Your blood IS and will ALWAYS be red. Adoi la macha.

Oh how these guys made my life.

Kalah dah satu hal, dok melalak, crying foul like they're a fuckin victim satu hal lagi. Hiihihihih.

Monday, September 03, 2012

Fantasy Fantasized II

Rajah 1

OK. Two Fantasy Football entries in a matter of days. Well I'm not officially obsessed, I was already obsessed ever since I can't remember;

(bullshit, you started playing Fantasy Football last season. Well OK fine - last season)

Ehem, pardon the little conversation between me and the little boy inside me a la Van Persie (yes! *fist pump*)

- Yes ever since last season.

Its just that I think it would help to keep track and rationalize why I did what I did and who I had to sacrifice in order for me to bring in other players, those whom I thought would definitely score some high points for me. And the spirits of time blows pretty strongly in one Eden Hazard's way. To miss the boat now would definitely spell a disaster and a lot of temple-hitting incidents comes May.

For instance, like last season, I knew RvP was gonna injure himself at some point into the season. Or rather, I was hoping that he would. I stubbornly held on to my players and and refused to accept the fact the hated Arsenal's forward was scoring points in abundance for Fantasy Managers.

My decision was based entirely on emotion and foolish hopes. And it cost me dearly. While other managers were enjoying RvP's captain points (double whatever the appointed captain for the Gameweek scores) I was left to pick up drizzles here and there due to the constant changes, for I am one "impulsive doer" and to a further extend, an impulsive decision maker. Funny, I constantly tweaked my team here and there and only refused to incorporate RvP. Simply out of my hatred for Arsenal.

That was up until a dude whom I deem (I wish I could've put this in a less awful manner) whom I deem intellectually less fortunate, told me "Hang tukaq ja RvP yada yada yada something something". Then it hits me, I was talking about this for a long long time; that the problem with intelligent guys is that they don't listen to things from a person whom they feel.. isn't smarter than them.

Then it hits me again, that Fantasy Football is a lot like stockbroking in a way that there are times you hold on to your stocks but doubt not, there will come a time that you will have to let go of some no matter how much it violates your intellectual beliefs.

Now a look into the last Gameweek, I didn't have to sacrifice anybody last week since Chelski didn't have any game in this Gameweek, its only logical that I bring in Ben Arfa as a replacement for Lampard. Shawcross for Rafael was an easy choice for that extra edge he brings to United's offense. So that's 4 points deducted.

I know Dong Ji Wu wouldn't be playing for Sunderland and I have had 4 points deducted already due to Ben Arfa's transfer - thus the question of should Ji be substitued since I have that extra dollars from Lampard's sale. The easy route would've been just to leave Ji in the team for even if he didn't play, I wouldn't lose 4 unnecessary points.

It wasn't up until the last minutes that I decided to use that "Baik Menyesal Beli Dari Menyesal Tak Beli" principle that I have always employed when faced against to-buy-or-to-bye predicament. Thus, the purchase of Steven Fletcher of Sunderland. I've admired the dude for his poaching tendency ever since his Wolves' days. But this was to be his first game for Sunderland and I know how much time some players take to settle within the team no matter how talented they are.

His was a risky buy due to the 8 points deduction. If I were to stick with Ji, yes, I wouldn't gain any points but I sure as hell would retain 4, but if I go for Fletcher, at the MOST logical he would conjure up 2 points and I would lose unnecessary 2 due to his transfer. Therefore in order for Fletcher's transfer to make sense he would've have to score at least a goal. And he gave me two! :)

Breakdown of points for my new transfer goes a little something like this;

1. Lampard > Ben Arfa - Cost: 0 | Return: 9 (+9)

2. Shawcross > Rafael - Cost: 4 | Return: 1 (-3)

3. Dong Ji Wu > Fletcher - Cost: 4 | Return: 13 (+13)

Total - Cost: 8 | Profit: 19 (+11)

Not bad.

OK that is some long ass entry.

We are finally arriving to the actual point of this (un)necessarily prolonged entry, for Gameweek 4, in order for me incorporate Hazard, I have to sacrifice a player of his caliber or or two players; one of entry and another, intermediate class players.

The initial plan looked like this, but since RvP's hatrick heroic last night I think to drop him now would be stupid as I have already bought him up and considering how he will be heavily utilized by United in the upcoming fixtures now that Rooney the Shrek has got himself injured. And to buy him back would mean MAJOR tweaking to the team as he's the single player to cost the managers around 13 mil ++ and will potentially be blown more out of proportion as the season winds down.

That would mean the logical choice is to sacrifice Kagawa and another fringe player. Kagawa, to my dismay, hasn't performed up to the standard I expected of him, but to drop him now might be a little premature since perhaps he has yet to settle to life in the Premier League. This is largely credited to his small physique. Though it has to be said that the signs are there. And United's Gameweek 4 is at Old Trafford and there's every chance he would score or at least make a couple of assists.

Thus, to cut the story short and quite frankly, because I have even bore myself - I have to sacrifice the excellent Cashley Cole and Demba Ba :( in order to make room for Kagawa to stay and for Hazard to play. And the fringe player I brought in of whom, is as sure as the stars in the sky, isn't gonna play; Sammy Amoebi. (sila rujuk Rajah 1)

But that's beside the point, managers bring in lesser players they knew aren't gonna play a single game for them all the time due to the tight budget constraint. The trick is to find a fringe player who might've caused a sudden impact, for instance, last season - Bossingwa.

OK. Stay tuned - because I know I won't.

Sunday, March 04, 2012

I'll Reserve My Comment For Later, Unless You're, Oh A Liverstool Fan.

I'm so gatal to have blast or 2 at you Chelsea fans. Back then I thought the songs were like 'AVB Is THE Saviour!' and 'The New Mourinho'. Now the songs are like 'Close The Door When You Leave' and 'Pack Up & Leave'. Kelakar you Chelsea fans. There's no Maggi Mee in football. If you want instant results, buy the whole team. No, not like Manchester Shitty. I'm talking Barcelona, bitch.

But even that, wouldn't guarantee you success because God forbids, Barca players might fall down like swatted flies playing with the likes of Sdoke Ciddy.

But I shall reserve my comment up until United has brush off Harry Redknapp's Spurs.

Btw, thanx IMC for the most wonderful of gift I could ask for a birthday. But more on that later. ;)

For now lets enjoy the fact that Chelski is a team of Has-Been and Liverstool is just a bunch loud thugs who produce loud thuds to announce their arrivals. Only for people to still ignore them. Face it, you're his story. I mean history. You brag about shits you haven't been competing for for a long long long time.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh

Friday, February 10, 2012

De Heya!


Fantastic save by the young Spaniard.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Quote & Some Shits

"Champions find a way to win, losers find a way to whine.."

- Some ESPN Soccernet commentator.

Beautiful. Beautiful. More so to wipe that shit off your face. Liverpuke, Chelsea and Le' Arse all drew their games - thus the animosity.

We won. At Hawthorns no less. A sticky sticky place to come. Lucky they say. I say its the United's hallmark attribute at play yet again, the Never Say Die attitude.

United 2 - Albion Rugby Club 1

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Karma, Karma

Dear Karma, why are you such a bitch ? Haha. Nice one at the Bridge. Chelsea was't complaining when we were wrongfully treated so pardon me for not shedding a single tear when the goings weren't blowing your way. So long sucker. And God I hate that pig-ugly Dogba and his Fernando 'How's My Blusher' Torres. Nice yellow there little diving fucker.

Fuck you. Fuck all you.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Panas Hati

Its 1.45 a.m. And am supposed to be fast asleep now. But am not. United is lucky. United is crap. IF Chelshit didn't have that mid season slump, IF Arsenal didn't this, IF Liverpool didn't have that owner bla bla bla bla. Point is you are basing your arguments on how many IFs were there ? And those are some pretty big IFs.

And guess what ? United had all the IFs in the world to feel sorry for ourselves but crux of the matter is that we lick our own wounds and march on. Whereas fragile and the ever young teams like Arsenal keep coming with list of injured players as ever loyal excuses on why is the trophy cabinet still empty after 6 years. Whereas Chelsea had that mid season slump bla bla bla, we won games regardless of the manner in which points were secured, regardless of primadonas-deprived this team is, they fight. They fight through gritted teeth and sheer fucking determination that will burn the likes of Spuds and L'Arse with mere proximity alone.

And that is the mark of Champions.

But of course you have to be there first to have those. But you haven't. So keep talking - and until the fat lady sings - why don't you sore losers sing in her stead ?

"We're United. We do what we want."

Saturday, March 05, 2011

I Dunno For Fucks

The defeat to Chelsea still hurts like hell. Not less because the manner in which it was inflicted. Referee having an extra say on which direction shall the game be shifted towards. A less than dubious penalty, failure to warrant any reds when it should and happily waving the exit to our Capitane, the rock-solid Vidic - and in turn causing him to miss such an important fixture at Anfield.

You name it. I feel like twisting a knife on his thigh for inflicting United such a heavy price we shouldn't have to pay in the first place.

Fuck you Martin Atkinson. Fuck you.

Just got up from quite a severe fever, luckily it wasn't as near to dengue as Mak would always point to in the face of us being struck by sudden fevers. I guess its the paranoia you live in when seeing your neighbours or your distant neighbours succumb to the pandemic.

A friend said that my fever was due to United losing at Stamford Bridge. I dunno whether I should be happy or sad. Happy for its like my fate is intertwined with United. Sad because, what else other than United losing at the hands of such a bitter rival in such demoralizing manner.

Fever within this period would also mean I turned 27 wrapped in blazing heat though not less were the celebrations that entail. Endless calls, show ups and treats were received. And from the bottom of my heart thank you.

And Her. She doubled the surprise by first showing up (literally) at my doorstep with a gift - albeit with a little clatters between her lower and upper jaws' teeth, worried of improper timing and my parents' reception. Second with a card & a jar of chocolate. =)

In all my thankfulness, United winning at Stamford Bridge was my biggest wish but I guess that's just too much to ask for after a somewhat perfect 27th birthday. Thenceforth the Premier League run is split wide open again for Arsenal to grab their momentums and take it from here, and off us. =(

God am I worried like hell.

Sunday, February 06, 2011

First Defeat of The Season.

The week's end turned out to be the world's end. Well not quite. Its just. Sighs. Depressing. Hopefully we'll pick ourselves up and handles the upcoming matches with characters that have defined United throughout the years. Its make or break. And if we're not up to it, the season could just be in jeopardy.

Its just a wrong wrong time to start dropping off points when Chelshit and Pool are gaining their momentums. And we still have a couple of tough away fixtures to attend to. Pool, Asenal, Chelshit twice and The Bitters albeit at home. If that's to console our hearts.

C'mon United.

B.E.L.I.E.V.E

Wolves 2 - United 1. Sighssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Take A Swipe, Break A Swine - Or More.

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What beautiful sights.

Beating and handing over City's stupid asses back to them. At EASTLAND. Not to mention in front of their 'Always-Talking-About-Future-Success-But-Never-Able-To-Deliver' fans. What a fuckin sight.

Enter Chelsea at the White Hart Lane. Which obviously aint for the faint hearts. Or handball prone mofo (read: John 'I-Shag-Your-GF Terry). I would've like for Chelshit to be slaughtered to their screeching writhes but Spurs were obviously too confident and too busy pinching their cheeks trying to wake themselves up if they were dreaming. Thus the pinching left them with not a clutter of intellect to find the spot in between the goalpost.

So how do you like your Red counterparts Tevez ? After all those talks about supposedly being the best in the world and how you've shone these past couple of months you didn't actually look like you were scoring. Oh but since the Shitty bastards loved work rate, fine, you won by 100 work rates margin. Look, you won, you won ! But opps, its goal margin, Carlitos. Goal margin. Not how much wank per second you're able to deliver, its how many goals you put in between any Shay Given day. So yeah, welcome to Manchester wanker. The REAL Manchester.

*Inhalesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

John Terry should try basketball or Netball for that matter, but one cant deny the fact that the poor bastard is eerily good with his hand. Ouch.

Drogba ? Antics. Childish antics. And ugly.

And where's that pacifier ? Somebody's let his kid boy slipped on the pitch and he was picking fights with guys twice his size. OMG, that was Deco!

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

Pick somebody your size Deco, try Wayne 'Shag-Me-GF' Bridge for a start. Not because he's small. Simply because he's so much of a wimp John 'Hand & Balls' Terry looked like the BIGGER man.

Special mention: Craig 'Golf club' Bellamy for being the constant thorn on the right side of MU defense. And a good eyesore to the fans. But oh well, a hunchback is as a hunchback does.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Pantheons of Epic Cantona
Nota Kaki: Malas nak pk tittle. Fukyu thus.

I've always carelessly told people that one day I'm gonna go watch Manchester United play Chelshit or Liverfool. Yerp one fine day. But I've never really actually believed in that. But seeing a friend's picture at Old Trafford has got me certain that YES ONE DAY I WILL GO WATCH The Red Devils roast The Scouse, preferably to Oblivion. How good is that to watch the likes of Carragher, Torres and Gerrad roasted to purples - right in front of your eyes. Its a stuff of epic.

Monday, January 12, 2009

pwn3d & 0wn3d.

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Chelsea's Scolari said in a defeated tone of gestures, "We hereby concede the title to the INevitable champions. Manchester United." He proceeded further to say that Chelsea were asswipes from the beginning. So we didnt expect anything less than conceding the title to rightful owners.

These are some of the exerts of the interview with Scolari after the crushing defeat. Please bear in mind that the author of this Blog does not and will not in any given circumstances be associated with the Bulu's, err I mean The Blues' opinions:

We remind our viewers that these are the thoughts and opinions of Scolari. And the author shall be under no circumstance be held responsible (though he is a responsible lad to note) for any events or stupid antics that shall occur henceforth and so on.


E-Ass-PN: Morning sir. Quite a battering to take for a reigning champions, u think sir ?
Scolari: Well.. if you see it from our point of view, I would say this is rather normal. We're losers. What do you expect from losers but to lose ? But we're not without pride. We take pride in a job well done. We're losers. And we are doing what we do best. Losing. A 3-0 loss is but a bonus.

E-Ass-PN: Very well sir. So what do you think of the fans' reactions after this crushing defeat. More so to the hands of bitter arch rival, Manchester United ?
Scolari: I think you momma's hot.

E-Ass-PN: Excuse me sir ?
Scolari: No dickhead, address me with Pops after my name. I might be your Papa.

E-Ass-PN: But my mom said she'd never date a bald headed idiot sir.
Scolari: Well go tell your momma that your birth certificate is a Letter of Apology from the bar I pick your momma up that night.

The latter events could be summed up as Tragic. And no words uttered will be sufficient to compensate the humilliation that parties involved will have to live with and bear in their conscience.

pwn3d. Wargh kargh kargh.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

10.39 AM

Feeling rather messed up. Planned to schleep as long as I could so that the sorrows will just begone when am awake. Only to be awaken by mom's family breakfast ramblings. Kereta rosak pulak, sighs, why now. Of course the grass is greener on the other side, yet everything I touched turns blueish. I need company lest I will only be only accompanied by these darkness of sorrows.

Looks like I'll be updating the Blog more often now since I dont really have anyone to spill my feelings to.

Thanx for being here.

10.43 AM

I think I should get myself a camera so that I can play with it and transcend the digital pixels into some meanings. Hrmmm, Canon ? But I like Sony..

12.00 PM ++
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Feeling lonely ass hell. Missing my Kancil badly. I wanna go outttttttt. Wheres my cig, I need some schmoke.

6.46 PM

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Wake up from some afternoon nap. Feeling rather dreadful.

11.56 PM

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Mamak stall, it was already 3-1 and Nani sent off before the interval. But its OK. We were just showing why exactly Chelsea should remain the Blues. Heh.