Fuck This SH

NEVER. In my 30 years of life have I felt quite like this. When I started watching United, Cantona was still plying his trade. That smug on his face. The spiked collar. The air of nonchalance and somewhat arrogant celebration of his. Those images, imprinted so strongly in my mind that the choice was easy. United is the team for me. In a time when there was no Astro, only highlights of games. Cantona's brilliance meant United is my one and only. That was during the 90's. The good old 90's when United really start to stamp their dominance in English football and long to continue.

I was born in an era of United's dominance, or more that I start following them during their successful first charges towards dominance. United that I know is practically an ark, so strong, so sturdy, so resilient so not willing to die without inflicting substantial damages first towards the opponents. 

Days like these are like an alien. These feelings are so alien to me right now.

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There goes my Isnin. MU seri. Felt more like kalah. In all truthfulness, lebih baik la MU kalah. So that some people may finally open their eyes. So lost am I at words, sampai bila kepala aku terhantuk kat besen kat bilik air pun, aku rasa nak bertumbuk dengan besen tersebut.

United. Oh United. Never in my 30 years of 

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I refused to edit what ever the fuck that I have typed for. Ah fuck this writing shit. Am done so fucking done. 

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.

Greetings, Peasants.

I just remembered something from way back. A cause for a schmile. And yes United will bounce back. And we will come back even stronger.

What don't kill us, will only make us kill them.

United Melancholic Resistance Anthem commences. What better way than to start it off with the King himself.

Lest we forget..

I Have A Dream
Current Listen: Common - I Have A Dream.mp3

I would really really really love to watch a United game within the Old Trafford sacred ground among the Reds faithfuls. And to see the likes of Berbatov doing his magics. Despite all the cynical mockeries that have come his way.

One writer even went as far as to put it:

"When it clicks, his languid style makes it look like he's pulling the strings effortlessly, but when it doesn't he looks more like an expensive mistake that doesn't care - a misfiring £30 million weapon."

..of which I find to be really agitating and uncalled for. Its really hard to swallow your team's loss - especially when you've won it 3 times in a row.

What's even worse is that you know, everybody does, that the team needs some tweakings here and there and all the CEO does is keep insisting that the manager has all the funds he needs to spend on whichever player that he likes. The Gaffer on the contrary, kept on insisting that he needs only one or two players to complement the whole salad dressing. That was the same exact, not to mention, worrying tone we heard on the start of the newly completed season. And here we are, knocked out of the Champions League - albeit with a little bit of unluckiness, and subsequently AND more importantly - The Premier League.

The players have indeed done us proud. With so many dismissing our ability to remain in the top tier of the competition - let alone retaining the League (due to the summer departures of 2 of our biggest names and the limited resources - plus the 'only natural' reluctance to spend) We send so many of the ready-made dumbfucks packing to the wrong end of shame. But then again you know that the team exudes of so many potentials - yet live up only to a countable few - due to off field matters that are way way beyond their hands.

Its maddeningly saddening.

Like how a genius kid who came from a poor family who have got all the futures ahead of him, who could at least, unlucky as he is, afford to get a decent job and support his family by completing his SPM - yet had to settle for jobs at the mere age of sixteen.

Comparing a football club's and the poor kid's fate might be a little off and selfish. But when you've been growing up watching the likes of King Cantona strutting his chest gracing the Stretford End. I bet you still wouldn't know how important United is to me.

Look, I've taken you for another ride - again. And the only one guilty is your choice to read on.

So yeah, like the kid, us United fans will have to keep our heads high and strut our chests come what may. Being poor, a lot like football club ownership policy is not an option. Its given. May be a gift even. There's practically everything we could do and yet nothing would ever budge. Hence what we do is we trust and we keep our faiths - then we fight on.

And trust me when I say there's nothing entertainment in everything United. Its personal.

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.