And Chelsea Are Counting Their Days

when the match between Manchester United and Chelsea started yesterday, i didnt think that it was a match indeed, instead of an ordinary football game. Despite the fact that i guiltily cheered for Man United after their first half goal, the second half was spent holding my breath with my hands crammed on a friend's arm. Being a Londoner, i was suppose to be cheering for the blues and their charismatic captain, but my teenage senses won this match and decided that Man United was to proof Morinho wrong this time.
It was as if i had betrayed my home town, my land, the ground where i am stepping on and i didnt really care.