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2016 is nearing an end. No firecrackers, no flashlights and no half naked girls congratulating me on my achievements for the year yet. Most probably due to the fact that I don't have any.

And United kalah. By that smugface mukababi Pep Guardiola.

But as is customary with yors truly, I started off reading something and finished another thing altogether. 

Whatever.

This. My second book of the year. All that extra hours in the toilet paid off I guess. So hrm, the title. Fuck it. A book is a book. I hope I came out a little wiser even after reading such a book. Not gonna review it. Too fucking lazy.

Laters you fucking punks.

The Grim Weeper

Following the post about the fugly fucker that imitated Jones' reaction during United's derby defeat. Here's my reply. Late, yes. But I savour my adversaries' defeat for a long long long time. I just found that out. Surprise surprise. I'm vengeful after all. So my apologies if I may have intentionally mislead you to think otherwise.

What ? Fucking what ?

We'll Remember

Don't worry. We'll remember this.

Savoury

God, I'm such a slow slow starter. I'm still savouring, and as a matter of fact, savouring it more and more with each passing day ever since that match. THAT win.

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Tevez proving the cunt he is.

The win has got all the flavours a United fan could ask for. Beating the fucklots at their home. Tevez coming in and was initially thought a saviour only to eventually concede a freekick that prove to be the decisive moment for the derby match.

Also him coming in and quickly getting into the thick of things and acting in a direct proportion with the ugly prick he is, as quickly; kicking Jones, getting involved in heated face-offs and running like a headless chicken, as if winning could come with brawns alone.

And most fucken importantly United being United, leaving it late, coming back from behind and in the process got.. Can I get a drum roll here please ?

CITY FANS THINKING THEY COULD'VE SOMEHOW WIN THIS!!!

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You thought that for second, didn't you ? Didn't you ? Muahahahahahaha.

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Almost had you didn't we ? Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

That right there, the moment when you had them in the clouds, only to snatch it away soooo late the game. That is the juice. Platinum gold right there.

Stupid fucken Ciddeh fans thinking that they could, within the smelly feet distance, sniff an unprecedented win, peg us one back right under our noses - or to the least - a draw - and that was of course until Robin Van Perfect hit it home. Thanks to Ciddeh's pathetic chief antagonist-somehow-pathetically-turned-saviour, Lord Ugly Tevez tripped Rafael's leg just outside the penalty box and gave United a freekick deep into the injury time.

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Another classic example why its not hard to hate these fuckers. Ciddeh, producing degenerates since inception.

"If RvP was to be asked where would he prefer to take his spot kick from, that couldn't have been to far" was the commentator's remark prior RvP's goal. And so it was, in what was to be one of the sweetest victory over our noisy noisy neighbours. 

And of course, how could have I commit such travesty and omit this.

Ciddeh was unbeaten on the Etihad ground over 38 games prior to the match. Pretty impressive stuff, I initially thought to myself, until the commentator added "stretched over 2 years" - pooffffffffffff - what the fuck - that was so funny, I almost peed myself. A Ciddeh fan listening to that must've been wondering what did he do wrong to deserve such condescending under-mine. Wakakakakakak. Even a neutral commentator feels fitting to take a dig at Ciddeh - albeit accidentally on his part.

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A cunt fans getting into a tussle with the stewards and policemen. What better way to bent your frustration than to a totally unrelated parties, right ?

United. Demolishing Ciddeh's hope since 2010.

Muahahahahahahahahahahahah.

Biasa Ah Fakhrol

I can't sleep after my usual 15-minutes nap-went-awry and midnite Nescafe (after more Nescafe during the day, not to mention). So what else. You thought of some bullshit that leads to another prolific bullshitism. 

So in relation to the first quote that I think classy, I thought of something better, if we're in parallel universe per se;

Porn is temporary, keras is permanent

Wakakakakakakakakakakak

I really need to get some sleep. Like seriously. Like dead serious. Like right now. OK now I'm gonna go do that serious face in front of the mirror.

OK I lied. Off to watch the newly downloaded Manchester derby match again. Weeeeee

The City Is Ours!

Yeah fucken right the city is yours. Where are all those yapping mouths when the derby's done and dusted ? United bought them referees ? You were lucky daddy was there to save your arse from further embarrassment. One clear goal disallowed and a penalty waived off. We bought the ref ? Fuck you. 

"Form is temporary, class is permanent" 

United. For life.

"Ajax Wipe The Floor With City"

What a nice fuckin sound to it. It doesn't get old that. "Ajax Wipe The Floor With City". I'm a fucken dumbo for not capturing the screen of the headline yesterday. Knowing fully well of headline rotation at ESPN Soccernet. Anyhoo, an Ajax fans' version of The Poznan (which btw wasn't City's to begin with, apparently there's a reason they called it THE Poznan, you fuckin cunts!) mocking these sad, pathetic plastics of fans will do. I mean, any fuckin Poznan other than those fuckards' disgrace of a club is always welcome. 

A club with NO history whatsoever, even their best celebration is the one copied from others.

On Wayne Rooney & The King of Old Trafford

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Wayne Mark Rooney is a hard man to for you to feel about. Not making much sense ? Yeah, perhaps. But tell me what should I feel about a man who put United on a ransom and treating the club I love so disdainfully yet orchestrates the play so vitally in the dying moments of United recent lost to Spurs. Part of me wants to forgive him. The other part of me - He's just another player who happens to play for United.

Then on he goes on about this;

“I hope it is time for me to show I am a senior player and that I can lead the team.”

“I understand the scrutiny I'm under and I have no problems with that.”

“Hopefully in the near future we will be coming out of a tournament and you will all be praising me because we have won a trophy. That would be great for everyone.”

“It's especially important now, when we have a lot of young players in the squad. I always try to speak to them and offer advice.”

“I always remember what Sir Alex Ferguson says about how Eric Cantona was such a big help to the younger players at United.”

“It is something I can look at and try do for England, to try to help them. Hopefully I can bring the best out of them and they can bring the best out of me as well.”;

about how he would love to be the next Eric Cantona. ERIC FUCKEN CANTONA. I can't help but feel validated, that, parts of me are whispering how he loves United so much that wants to be like the Last King of Old Trafford. I wanna believe that he's changed. That he's no longer the Scouse cunt who wanted out so badly - and worse even, to talk to Manchester Shitteh. Manchester fucken Shitteh.

"I see no wrong in him aspiring to be Cantona. In fact I find it flattering that he inspires to be like Old Traffords' Emperor. Makes me, a United fan feel validated. I was one of those who thought I'd never forgive him for putting United on a ransom and wanted him out no matter what. But now am starting to see why Fergie insisted on holding on to a player like him. How important a figure he was in changing a lackluster United side to a sheer dominating force against Spurs (albeit unluckily, we lost the game)

Keep working hard Roon, who knows maybe one day all would be forgiven and you could sit in the pantheons of United's history."

My thoughts, on I want to visit Old Trafford one day to see United play, a United Facebook fanpage.

Yuck Foo!

I have nothing against you. I just hate everything that you stand for. Yuck Foo! (thats French's word for, I love you too. No, I'm not lying. I promise.)

And yes, I hate you with a passion.

Deepavali Morning Ramblings - Should-I-Post-This-? Post.

The whole 6-1 results was rather blown out of proportion. The 6-1 scoreline doesn't actually reflect Ciddeh's terrifying-ness nor United's fall from grace. We attacked and attacked despite being a man down - and 3-1 down. If one could only be so positive and willing to pause whatever negative emotions that were flowing through his veins, one would have noticed it. But yes, it actually took me almost 24 hours to come into perspective - I have taken longer than this to accept that we actually lost to our rivals - one week - one case in point being the humiliating 4-1 defeat to Our Most Hated Rival™ - Liverstool. So despite the 6-1 scoreline, Ciddeh doesn't actually bother me as much as, say Our Most Hated Rival™ winning 4-1. That scared me. And it won't be anytime soon the Liverstool would ever achieve that kind of perks again, if any.

Its disappointing of course, but nothing we couldn't handle. Cleverley has been instrumental pulling the strings in the middle of the field for us. Anderson and Fletcher, despite how much I love 'em just don't cut it.

Taking A While To Sink In..

Kalah is one thing. Kalah 6-1 is another thing. Kalah 6-1 at the hands of the noisy prickly neighbours is another matter all to fucken gather. It has taken a while to sink in. Entries have been rewritten and erased. Because no fucken worldly words could describe these feelings. Its Ciddeh godammnit. Anyone, anyone but the lots of them.

Props to Rooney, probably the only player who played his socks off never acknowledging defeat. Probably the only player who could could come off the field saying he's given his all.

Derby Defeat.

Aku tak boleh tido. 6-1. I can't bear the scoreline. Facebook is an off-limit zone for the time being. Feel like I could punch a person right in the face for the slightest of bullshit now.

The 'Masukkan Entry' Post

Semenjak dua menjak tiga menjak ni. Malas gila nak masukkan entry. OK I'm actually stopping to ponder the phrase 'masukkan entry' as I'm typing. The redundancy of the irony. Masukkan entry. Well, skut that. I mean scrap that. Was looking for a word and ended up founding a fart instead.

So yeah, lately sangat la malas nak erm, 'masukkan entry' therefore, in the Malaysian spirit of 'goreng' time jawab soalan subjektif. This, the repetitive, redundant words & phrases shall I think, be the equivalent of an entry. To quench the thirst of the ever-loyal fans/stalkers/tits for the glimpses of genius residing behind the temple of my intellectually panoramic (read: large) forehead.

& oh we shut the trap up off our noisy neighbors whose greatest achievement, as they perceive, is eclipsing United's achievement - without bothering to actually inventing their own.

So here's the CommUnited Shield win for you fucken' Bitters out there.

Fantastic Rooney's Goal vs. City & The Bench Went Totally Mental In Celebration

creds: The Republic of Mancunia

:D

Grinning from this to another ear. heeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeee heeeeeee. Singing this aloud - albeit in my thoughts.

Go fuckyourselves you Bitter Twat,

Keep that fugly Argie off us.

Oh hell. 34 coming to 35 years.

Muha muha muha muha muha haha haha. Its a laugh I invented when winning against Citeh. The so called new powerhouse. Ha ha!

United 2 Blue Bitters 1

Go fuck yourselves cunts.

Acid Test.

Didn't feel like blogging. But I thought it proper to have a word or 2 before the game kicks off at 8.45 Malaysian time. So that I'd have the bragging right of telling you - 'I said so!'. That I-Said-So expression is, erm.

But what the hell do I say anyways ? I'm just anxious of what could be. And I'm afraid that my weekend will be ruined again (read: Molineux. last week. fuck).

I think if we win the scorers will be among Berbatov or Chicarito. Although that's more like wishful thinking if you were gonna start to analyst the probability using probablity calculator. And heck I don't even know what I've just said, just typing along and popping up whatever that comes to mind now.

Just the extend of how nervous and anxious I am about this Manchester derby.

The game is so important for us, not less to even City's title chase, top 4 chase whatever because how this game results will reflect on how we pick ourselevs from such demoralising defeat against Wolves in Sheepish clothes. And how we pick ourselves up against the backfrop of such defeat will distinguish Champions from losers. It starts off now. The making of Champions or breaking of losers.

I hope the lads are in the mood to crush those Stockport bitter twats and hand their asses to them on a platter.

So bring on Citeh!

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.

"Gary Neville Is A Red, He Hates Scousers" - Part II

Just watched Neville's tribute video at United's official site. Makes me sad all over again. The above picture was one of the most ecstasy-filled moments I've had as a United fan. Gary, wearing his heart on his United sleeve went totally berserk when Paul Scholes headed the winner at Wastelands, Manchester City. And at 90++ minutes. What beauty.

But I won't be seeing the back of this great man again, at least not as a United player no more.

What is this melancholic feeling clawing the clusters of my thought ? Gutted. Fucken' gutted.

Shitty Cunts.

Did you premature ejaculate your pants off dimwits ?

Lest we forget..

Take A Swipe, Break A Swine - Or More.

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.