Champions League Final 2008

It was a dark and stormy night.

At least it was in Moscow, where the 2008 Champions League Final was to be played.

Well it wasn't that dark and stormy, but it did start raining in the middle of the match.

And what a match it was. The best player from each of the sides (Man Utd and Chelsea) scored to effectively cancel each other out. Header from Cronaldo, then a way-too-easy goal for Lampard.

In all fairness, Chelsea should have won it, even though I hate them. They were the better team. But football doesn't work that way. If you win, you win.

The reason I say Chelsea should have won was because, out of nowhere, Drogba pulls off a rocket from 20 metres out and hits the post. Then Lampard does pretty much the same thing in extra time.

Drogba got sent off for slapping Vidic. That was pretty anti-climatic. Then penalties.

There must be a better way to decide who wins a tied game. Surely. I can't think of a better way, but someone, somewhere in the world should be able to. Something that tests skill, teamwork, creativity, endurance and heart, rather than a spin of the wheel of luck.

What happened during the penalty shootout was both ironic and unfair. Cronaldo, 42 goals for the season, almost never misses a penalty, decides to unleash the tool within on the third Man Utd penalty. He tries to fake the keeper, who, after watching him jig around for about five minutes, knows he's going to go right, because he can't possibly hit it left. So he saves. And Cronaldo falls to the ground, crying. Then on the fifth Chelsea penalty, el Capitano dos Chelsea, John Terry, takes the penalty for the win. Except he slips. And the ball goes out off the right post. John Terry, who tries his heart out every game for Chelsea, misses the penalty that would have given Chelsea they're first ever Champions League trophy.


Sorry, this is a bit of a delayed post. I kind of forgot about it, then remembered about it today. I'm sure you've all been hanging out for it. Enjoy.

Stuff

Yeah, stuff happens at uni. Uni's like a catalyst for random happenings. Take, for instance, the following incident.

So me and Chen were on the bus, enjoying ourselves, having a good time. Or, a good a time as you can have taking a bus to uni. So yeah, we were happy. Or at least I was. Then we got to uni, and got off the bus. What happened next was weird. This then-unknown girl got off the bus as well and asked us for our numbers. Chen and I, being the obliging fellows that we are, said yes. Upon reflection, we're too nice to people. So after grabbing our numbers, she asks us for our names. Andrew x 2. That'd be alright. Except now that she's armed with our numbers, we get a call on our phones at about 11 the next week. So I ignored it (as you do). And all was well.

Then last week, somebody with the initials JC who does law-commerce and shall remain unnamed, stole my phone and messaged her. And now all hell will break loose because of that one message. Just because of that one message, I'm forever in fear of her (name's Jing, by the way) finding me. Sleepless nights from fear of my phone going off. I hope your conscience eats at you, JC.

In other news, I've supposedly seen the new Arsenal Jersey. It's supposed to look like this:


I don't like it. I like the old one more. I don't know who the hell designs these things or if they have a brain. I hope it's fake.