Champions League

Will City finally get their first win in their last group game?

Will Juventus manage to qualify to the next round?

Will Dzeko start?

Will Messi score?

Will Marco Reus and Mario Goetze bump their shoulder?

Will Papa Mancini's hair still look silvery gorgeous?

All will be revealed in these two days.

Meanwhile, on non-football related news, I still think Larc en Ciel's Jiyuu He No Shoutai is still the best rock song ever. It's not everyday you found a rock song that managed to put together a string of melody that sounds sad, in a cheerful, rock-ish way. See? Even my explanation sounds lame. You really just have to listen to it by yourself and experience the magic.

Much like David Silva's magic on the green pitch.

Sorry I can't stop mentioned him. One day probably I will, but not now. This girl here is still too engrossed and amazed by the way he plays.

And oh who am I kidding, by the way his hair looks too.

It's a given.

I just hope tonight Silva will manage to play his best, his signature run, creating holes in opponent's defense. And I hope Samir Nasri will be equally good on the wing. And Yaya Toure to stay firm in the middle and win possession. And Kompany will be fierce with his defenders in neutralizing threats. And Joe Hart to have one of his best performance. And most importantly, for the strikers to be able to score.

Dear Lord, please let them score.

Either Dzeko, Aguero, Tevez or Balotelli or even defenders like Zabaleta or Nastasic. Or even better, the keeper himself (hey, a girl could dream, right?) I don't even care if it's a lame goal, just as long as they manage to finish the attack and find the back of the net. Amin.

Oh Reus and Goetze, I love the way you guys play. So fast and sharp and smart and all dangerous, but, but please don't score tonight. Okay? Pretty please?

I'M SO NERVOUS!

Oh well, may the best team win. *shrugs*

Edit.

Just realized that City will have their derby against United this weekend, which means it is probable City will play their second team against Dortmund instead of the main one, to save the energy (and prevent injury) for the derby.


Oh well :/

The One Where I Just Poured Things Out

Manchester City won 1-0 to Swansea City.

Juventus won 1-0 to Catania. Controversially.

Manchester United won 3-2 to Chelsea. Controversially.

Real Madrid crushed Mallorca 5-0.

Supposed it's a time for me to sing fun.'s We Are Young, but I don't know... I might have suffered from "football fatigue". Not a symptom of tiredness from playing too much football, but from watching too much football. *Shudders* I guess there's such thing as "too much football" after all.

Wait! Now I know.

I don't feel as excited as I'd like too is because the players themselves looked really fatigue on the pitch. Really, really seriously fatigue. It's "Okay, I have the ball now. What should I do? Maybe I'll just pass it to...uhhhh, anyone near enough. I wonder if I run every once in a while my Manager will notice it. Is the game over yet?" level of fatigue. Especially Manchester City and Juventus. Blame their lackluster Champions League performances. Let's not get there or I might have to punch something or bury myself under the blanket. *sighs*

Super tight schedule. Playing 3 games in a week and traveling far and wide are enough to make any player lost their best form. Unless you are Lionel Messi. Then you'd just score and score and score. And after you scored, you'll score some more.

Ryan Giggs and Paul Scholes are the only two Manchester United's players that left from the golden generation that I grew up with. I is sad. This is me wailing. If I had a time machine I'd very much have brought all of them together again, playing the perfect football that they played. I seriously have never seen anything like that again these days, when the passes between team mates so accurate, every time, it was like they had their own telepathy thing went on. Simply amazing.

AND I MISS WATCHING DAVID SILVA PLAY.

There. I said it.

Even though I still hold a grudge for that goal on the Euro final...okay let's not get there. It's a topic that must never be spoken ever again.

And I haven't decided story for NaNoWriMo! :o

Oh well...need to get my thinking cap on.

Night Armour

The rain hasn't stopped falling since morning. Now it's 10 pm and the air feels damp and cold. Just how I like it. I figured it might be the right time to continue reading my Sherlock Holmes novel but football players videos distracted me. I am pretty much football deprived. Blame the International Break. I miss watching David Silva in sky-blue jersey weasels his way among midfielders and defenders to give assists to any strikers in another sky-blue jersey. In short, I miss watching Manchester City play.

It feels somewhat sinful writing that sentence considering the fact I was (am?) a Manchester United fan for as long as I could remember. And then I found Man City's Youtube channel, and all hell broke loose.

Now it's 10 pm and I'm alone in my room with light turned off. The darkness, the cold air, me and laptop doing my own thing, it almost feels like a meditation, a recharge for a tired introvert.

For the lonesome heart.

For the worried mind.

For the angry perfectionist.

For the friendly shy Ravenclaw.

Let the night eat my troubles away.

I will be here hiding in its dark comfort.

Knitting stories, creating magic.

Drown in the majesty of my own little universe.

And today I still let my hair grow long.

The Night When The Whites Meet The Blue Moon

If you like two different teams and not sure which you like best, your heart will tell you when they meet against each other. Much like how Real Madrid met Manchester City tonight, at Santiago Bernabeu. I jumped up and down like a crazy kangaroo when Edin Dzeko (my man!) and his friend whose name escape me right now scored and felt my heart sunk when the metrosexual Cristiano "I'm-so-freaking-awesome-I-can't-even-take-my-eyes-off-my-own-reflection" Ronaldo scored the winning goal in 90th minute. 90th minute for God's sake! 

Eurggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Punching bag. I need punching bag right now.

And now 4:17 in the morning and I'm in blue. Haha. Man City=Blue. I'm in blue. Get it?

Good gracious God, my team lost and now I talked bad pun.

Disaster.

So yeah, feeling blue and I have 4 scripts due in a few days and I should work on it except I have a really low spirit and ruined mood and I know I shouldn't relay things and work ethic on mood but for God's sake! My team has just lost in their first Champion League match! How is that not something mourn-worthy???

And dude, Pepe is a real contradiction. He looks like he would "kill" everybody on the pitch with those merciless pushing and tackles and borderline psychotic stare and ready to get into a fight any given chances and yet when the whistle blows he hugs everybody like they've been best friends forever and caresses their faces like they are his long-lost brothers. And I thought I was the one with split personality. Hmmpf.

Can we talk about Ozil???

As much as my heart crushed Real won, but Ozil is just class. When he's in, everything started moving faster, sharper, deadlier. Damn.

Much like how Man City's Edin Dzeko made the same impact. Don't you just love that Bosnian Diamond? I know I do.

And Yaya Toure deserves his own Man of The Match trophy because seriously? Did you SEE how he played? Single-handedly the most effective Man City's midfielders tonight. Too bad Samir Nasri got injured. And David Silva couldn't play his wizardly way because that little man got surrounded by 3 tall Real Madrid's player everytime he got the ball. No chances. He was guarded super tight. The Whites know how dangerous this little man is. *sighs*

The present Real Madrid filled with too much egos. It's a miracle they haven't combusted already. I miss the Fernando Redondo Real Madrid ;_;

Sigh....there's still hope for tomorrow though. When Juventus will challenge Chelsea in Stamford Bridge. Good Lord I hate Chelsea. Not even Roberto Di Matteo could make me love them. Maybe one day, but not now. Especially when there's Juan Mata among them. Eugh, let's not talk about him. Mentioning him alone already felt like a mistake.

So, Buffon, please break their dreams tomorrow with your hands.

Chiellini, please teach Chelsea's players how they shall not pass when you're defending.

Pirlo, please create magic in the midfield.

and Vucinic? Giovinco? Deliver the glory. Okay? Okay.

Now we all set and I think I'm going to squeeze my brain to work and getting something out of it.

Hasta la vista.

....damn. What year is it? Nobody use that words anymore since zillion times ago.

I'm so old ;_;

But I still love Dzeko (totally relevant in my book.)