Friday, May 01, 2009/2:34 PM
I think that inside all of us, lies and little soccer player kicking and screaming to emerge.
I was reading some of my beautiful people's blogs to find that most of them had very strong feelings over the match between ACJC and MJC yesterday. I thought I was the only one but it appears that I share the same sentiments as others. This is good to know because I am not the most soccer chic person in the world. However, I shall elaborate more upon it whilst trying to keep my cyincal meaning inside.
I think the reputation of ACJC's playing was rehearsed many many times before the said match yesterday. I have to admit that they play very well but not very nicely. What ever happened to fair play? what made matters worse was that the referee was a woman. I am not trying to say anything about women here so please note that this is an unbiased comment:
never send a woman to do a man's job.
Props to the woman who tried but every single time the boys got into a little tiff at one side of the field, she'll be all the way on the other side. She should have known that this was a game between erratic and energetic teenage boys. They're very mobile. Henceforth, she should have prepared herself more for the fact that the ball will not stay at one side of the field for more that seven seconds. She is going to have to move her tushy more faster if she wants to see what happens clearly.
this game just proves one thing. When your defences are down and you're already leading a game by 2-1, start acting. Every single thirty seconds, an ACJC player will fall with a cramped knee or bruised dignities. (remember no.13?) Boys, please remember that you are on a soccer field, not broadway. I knew you played dirty but I didn't know you played pathetic.
I shall stop here before I get too far. I think that we all show our true selves whilst watching a game. I was undeniably on my toes all my time or shouting in absolute rage at the drama. I think my guy classmates were really freaked out at my sudden spur of soccer minah-ness. Well I can't help it comes.
(:
from the queen of england to the hounds of hell.
I was reading some of my beautiful people's blogs to find that most of them had very strong feelings over the match between ACJC and MJC yesterday. I thought I was the only one but it appears that I share the same sentiments as others. This is good to know because I am not the most soccer chic person in the world. However, I shall elaborate more upon it whilst trying to keep my cyincal meaning inside.
I think the reputation of ACJC's playing was rehearsed many many times before the said match yesterday. I have to admit that they play very well but not very nicely. What ever happened to fair play? what made matters worse was that the referee was a woman. I am not trying to say anything about women here so please note that this is an unbiased comment:
never send a woman to do a man's job.
Props to the woman who tried but every single time the boys got into a little tiff at one side of the field, she'll be all the way on the other side. She should have known that this was a game between erratic and energetic teenage boys. They're very mobile. Henceforth, she should have prepared herself more for the fact that the ball will not stay at one side of the field for more that seven seconds. She is going to have to move her tushy more faster if she wants to see what happens clearly.
this game just proves one thing. When your defences are down and you're already leading a game by 2-1, start acting. Every single thirty seconds, an ACJC player will fall with a cramped knee or bruised dignities. (remember no.13?) Boys, please remember that you are on a soccer field, not broadway. I knew you played dirty but I didn't know you played pathetic.
I shall stop here before I get too far. I think that we all show our true selves whilst watching a game. I was undeniably on my toes all my time or shouting in absolute rage at the drama. I think my guy classmates were really freaked out at my sudden spur of soccer minah-ness. Well I can't help it comes.
(:
from the queen of england to the hounds of hell.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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