Let the Battle Begin… sort of


The English Premier League has started again. In Malaysia, this meant a get together at the clubhouse and a sort of anticipation (or more aptly these days, hope) of another forray to England or Europe to catch one of United’s games. Alas, these days, I dont event get to watch every game I want to anymore. Yet another cost for leaving Malaysia for these shores, where football is only now gaining currency (it has recently been called “football”, as opposed to “Soccer”).

United came away with a thumping 5-0 whack over Fulham, with Rooney the star, again. His being in-tune with Ronaldo was a relief to see. It’s also good to see Scholesy in action again.

Chelski also had a good win, 3-0 over City. It was good however, to read the following line from The Independent report:

“Jose Mourinho’s team still exterminate the small fry and some of the football played in Roman Abramovich’s Chelsea revolution still has much the same appeal as a summer holiday in Siberia.” It also had the following to say about Ballack:

“…makes you wonder where Ballack fits into a midfield that looked a lot more coherent than in the 25 minutes he played at the Millennium Stadium last week. The injured midfielder was presented to a rapturous crowd at half-time and perhaps there was a subliminal message in the rogue pitch sprinkler that soaked him: not everyone here can see a role for the captain of Germany.”

Well there IS a role for Ballack being in Chelski – it is to deny other EPL teams from getting him. Essien, the superb midfielder, was heading for United until Kenyon and his Russian Mafia shanghaied him…

If only I can find some mates to watch these games with…

“So, I commend the enjoyment of life.” (From the Bible – really. Eccl 8:15)