A New Liverpudlian Is Born

Right now, as of 4.45am, I am sitting in front my laptop, blogging. I have just watched a gruesome game between Chelsea and Liverpool. We lost 3-1 at home and we needed to win by 3 goals in order to progress. It was a very important game and both me and my gf watched the game in different corners of the world.

And as predicted, Liverpool failed to progress but they put a very good fight. Apparently 4-4 was not good enough for the Reds but it showed that we were evenly matched teams. We did not have any Abramoviches but the quality was in the team, just maybe not in depths.

My gf cried lots and lots after the game really and I had to console her lots and lots too haha. I knew exactly how she felt. Believing in the team she loved so lots that any defeats will simply ruin her days.

She is a young fan compared to me, who have watched football around 8 years already. I've gave up my tears and especially my sleeping time (ah ha!) for them (VERY TERRIBLE when Liverpool lose some more!). As I grow older, results are still important to me but I don't take that as life and death anymore. Some of the love in Liverpool simply have shifted to her and she gets all my attention now. Perhaps I was so so so crazy because I did not have any responsibilities to my other half.

I can tell all of u here how crazy she is, if not crazier. She reads every Liverpool news and she knows our next opponent and the time the game is played earlier than me. She cries for Liverpool which I have stopped long ago. Telling me lotsa Liverpool things and texting YNWA in our love sms some more! =P Sometimes I really jealous of Liverpool la.

A New Liverpudlian is born!

Actually when we first started I tried to minimize my Liverpool craziness simply because I afraid she did not like I stick to football too much. I thought a balance is needed. Yeah I influenced her to be a Red fan but I really did not know she would got so crazy. Anyhow, I really don't know what would happen if we got married. Shouting like crazy people in the house when Liverpool score. Terribly sorry for the kids because weekends belong to their crazy parents sticking to the tv and none for them. xD

One good thing about this is that she cannot laugh or tease me again cos she is doing everything I did. Deja vu?

Proof of her crying.