Mohamed Salah

I know.

I may not be the biggest fan.

I may not be the most loyal one either.

I may not always be in front of the screen to watch each and every single of his games, but, I've seen him since his very first day. I've followed his amazing growth with the team. I've been in the ups and downs of the club with him in it until finally, I realized I've grown love towards him.

Mohamed Salah

Pic's from here.

It's been a joy to have him in Liverpool. The team made some progress with the arrival of Klopp, but he completed everything. And God he was not only shining within the club, but throughout the league, the nation, the continent, the world, he stole everybody's attention! Scoring 32 goals alone in Premier League, effectively made himself to be the cup's top scorer, then winning awards after awards all in just one year after joining Liverpool, and not to mention his sun-bright achievements at international level for Egypt, well this paragraph summarizes why we love you, Mo!

And let's not forget that he is a Muslim. That alone makes me feel like we have additional bond, beyond just our Liverpool roles -he's the player, I'm the watcher, haha. I've always had respect to famous Muslim footballers, which usually got disappointed because not a few of them began to lose their Muslim identity thanks to the fame they got. But I don't think he'd do that, because unlike them who are mostly from the land of Europe, he's from the Arab world, and I'm sure he'll fight for his belief as he fights for his team. A true champion indeed.

And oh, speaking of champion, it makes me remembered something—wait, "something"? It's not just "something". It's actually the core reason why I'm writing this post for him, so why did I miss this!? Ah well okay let's get into it:

The Champions League.

Something Liverpool has been so in an extreme ups and downs for the recent years. But his arrival made it seem possible, and brought fresh air to the whole club. What he did in England, he did it in Europe. Second best goalscorer only one spot below Cristiano Ronaldo, that's NOT BAD at all! And I saw every—well, no, MOST of his games! Up til' the one against Porto, against City, against Roma...

For the last 8 years of being an on and off fan of Liverpool, I don't remember myself feeling so much hopeful and confident as I was on last year's Champions League. We made it to final, with him on squad, and battling title holder Real Madrid didn't seem really frightening at all.

I was so sure that it'd be the time I had been waiting for since I picked Liverpool as the club I'd love to cheer on. Those 10 goals he made in the league will be paid off, topped with sweet victory over the Spaniard giant, completed his brightness in England. Then with the World Cup just around the corner, his performance will be really anticipated, and extremely adored.

Such a scenario only to be seen in a dream ya?
Well it could've really been a dream come true,

If Sergio Ramos weren't ever born.

Or if he wasn't played during that devastating Champions League final between Liverpool and Real Madrid. That low key bastard. I swear I never had a grudge so big towards somebody I don't personally know before. But this man deserves all the hatred from everybody. It's not a secret that the guy plays dirty all the time, but to do it to Salah, while he's on his prime career, the asshole picked just not the right time to be an asshole he usually is. Pathetic loser. I'm running out of ideas I don't know any other cunt-like names to refer him to, because I think I've used everything.

The moment it was all starting to crumble. Pic's from here.

The foul Ramos made on that match, that caused Salah's dislocated shoulder, it ruined it all. The dream Salah's been building for the last one year for Liverpool. The hope Liverpudlians have been slowly growing for this whole season. The ultimate wish to finally reach the highest podium on Europe by regaining the title we hadn't won for 13 years, yea it was all ruined by that one filthy move. But let's not be selfish. Some millions other people suffer greater loss from Salah's injury.

Yes, the Egyptians.

With Salah, they progressed beyond belief internationally. Earning a spot at World Cup 2018 marked their 3rd entrance to the tournament, while breaking their 28 years curse after their last appearance. I can't imagine how ecstatic the whole nation were, because even I was so excited when I found out that Egypt, a team I never seen in my life fighting in a World Cup, would grace the tournament with their superstar Mo Salah, a player we all adore.

But with Sergio Ramos, the dream was swept away in just a matter of minutes. Salah's injury remained serious, despite all the positive air published in media. He missed Egypt's opening game against Uruguay, a match where Salah was supposed to be starring with pride on his first ever World Cup campaign. They eventually lost, though it wasn't a big loss, but still, I couldn't imagine how it was like being an Egyptian...

Salah was finally included in the lineup against hosts Russia for their Group A Matchday Two. I swear the whole world was so psyched seeing him about to play again, as he was the sole headline and main topic of any media and any commentator. However, it's pretty clear that he was still suffering. The injury was real, and it was obvious to see it from how he played.

It was a nightmare to see the match. To see Egypt raided by Russia, whose supporters make them three times stronger, was not a nice thing to watch. To see Salah, who usually played like a hungry beast, was so spineless and fragile, was like seeing a helpless little kitten in the middle of a raging thunderstorm. And to see the Egyptian supporters, whom two months ago was still hopeful to go far in this World Cup, seeing their national dream crumbling before their own eyes, I swear Ramos,

I never had a grudge so big towards somebody I don't personally know before, never but YOU.

It was really heartbreaking.
For me, for us Liverpudlian,
For those hopeful Egyptians...

I REALLY WANNA HUG HIM AND LET HIM KNOW THAT HE STILL
GOT US SUPPORTING HIM!!! Pic's from here.

Oh, Egypt :(

Liverpool can still repeat their glory immediately next season, after this World Cup nightmare ends. But you guys, only God know when you can get to feel this blessing again. Well Salah's still 25, and he's got a promising future before him, and let's not be pessimistic about other potentials we may discover in upcoming years, given the fact that Salah must have really inspired so many talented Egyptian youngsters. But it's just so unfortunate that this big once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has to be gone so quickly, because a fucking ignorant bitch sabotaged your national hero.

His tears that night in Kiev wasn't only his. It was all ours too. Really heartbreaking, really dream-shattering. He really didn't deserve all these, but I think it's obvious as it happens everywhere... good people has lots of haters waiting to destroy them.

But as we all know from what our religion taught us,
Allah never gives obstacle beyond His creature's capabilities.

So dream on, Egypt.
And dream on, our hero,
Mohamed Salah

Red White

Independence Day?

Yes, that's the main dish.

But this year, it's beyond that.

It all started on last Sunday night.

Just when I thought the fun was over, giving the fact that weekend reached the end and Monday was coming, something amazing happened in England. Yes it was the first matchday of Premier League, and Liverpool was playing.

Against Arsenal.

At Emirates.

It was supposed to be uneasy for us. And I didn't expect much anyway. But since it was a big game, and it was the debut match for the whole season, I streamed to London anyway.

The drama was real. A real emotional roller-coaster. Penalty against Liverpool, but blocked. First goal by Arsenal, but the lads could catch up with more goals. Gunners leveled up their game with more goals, but eventually, Liverpool managed to survive 'til the end. And won.

Pic's from here.

I swear, it was a sweet night for me. And I swear I woke up with the biggest smile on the next day, despite it was Monday, and I had to go to work. But what made it "the biggest", was because on that Monday night, I was going to have another open trip which I hadn't done for so long.

Yes, just like last year to Krakatau.

It was a trip for Indonesia's day.

This time,

To Dieng

I know, it's a crazy view eh?

I was all excited. Plus this was my first time joining a non-sea trip. And, it was my very first time using an office day-off - I'M AN ADULT! And the 2-day-2-night trip itself, it turned out to be so incredible.

Rice paddies along the way, rolls of hills on top of the plateau, multi-hued lakes and awesome craters, ancient temples and insightful historical watchings, countryside people with their fresh routines, new friends sharing the same Indonesian-treasures interest, nice warm local specialties with mountainous weather, DAMN! I never felt a trip more Indonesian than this.

But the main show of course, was the one on the August 17th itself. When we trekked the 2600-meter-something mountain to have our annual patriotic ceremony, with flags waving everywhere and scenes of sick hillsides graced the background. And with the moment when "Indonesia Raya" was marched from all corners of the mountain, leaving back to reality was indeed a difficult thing to do.

They called it Puncak Sikunir

Well. Mesmerizing, huh?

But that was not it.

Just when I thought the fun was over, giving the fact that my wonderful trip reached the end and another working day was coming, something amazing happened again. This time, in Rio. Yes,

The Gold Medal

by

Tontowi Ahmad | Lilyana Natsir

It's a big thing for me. No, not because of the event. Not necessarily because it's Rio, and everybody is talking about that, and posting things about the athletes, that it became a big thing for me. No. I've been a supporter for Indonesian badminton since long ago. I even watched it when Hendra Setiawan and Markis Kido won their gold in Beijing 2008. I ain't any bandwagon fan who suddenly became interested in this sport just to swim along the stream.

So my love for them is real. And seeing them winning, seeing them getting back the gold tradition Indonesia didn't have in 2012 Olympics and on top of all, seeing them giving it all right on the day Indonesia was celebrating its Independence Day, it was too beautiful.

Pic's from here.

So intense, yet beautiful.

Full of all red and white things.

And you know what makes it more touching?

That all of these happened in just 4 packed days.

It overlapped, in the most delicate ways.

Thanks, Liverpool.

And I love you so much

Indonesia

I'm Sorry, Captain

It took exactly three nights to get over it.
Not completely moved on, but at least it feels easier now.

Vicky Amin presents

I will never stop saying this before I start talking about Liverpool: I’m not the biggest fan. It’s not like I always watch every single game, keep up to every single updates. No. But at least I’m not a fake one. I know the players, I know the theme song, but most importantly I didn’t turn my back when the squad was down on their knees. And I’m not that kind of fan when people ask who my favorite player in Liverpool is, and I expectedly answer “Steven Gerrard.”

Well.

Steven Gerrard is, and will always be—in default, the favorite player of any Liverpudlian all over the globe. I’ve known him long ago, when I was still loving Milan, and he played for Liverpool already. Then I turned to support for The Reds in 2010. Ups and downs, with swifts in managers and legends started departing, leaving Gerrard the only classic Liverpool key left behind. But still no matter what happened, he got a good grip of the whole team, and served the most entertaining performances for the supporters.

Honestly, after Carragher left and Gerrard became the last player of Liverpool squad playing in Istanbul 2005, I’ve been having this instinct that our captain will be leaving in no time. Could be because he’s retiring, or because he’s just tired of Liverpool, or he gets amazing offers from other clubs—could literally be anything, I don’t know what, but the thing is, he’ll eventually leave.

I’m actually okay with that. With him leaving. He’s been beyond loyal to Liverpool and his devotion to the club is not questioned. It's hard, but totally tolerable. What hurt me bad was, his last two games.

Gerrard’s final match at Anfield two weeks ago was considered as the closure of his career with Liverpool. Of course, it’s a home game. The celebration was touching, the drama was epic, what went wrong was only the fact that Liverpool lost. But I was fine with that. At least he’s got his supporters for that, so either win or lose, he’d leave Anfield with endless salute. Plus, he’s still got his true one last game a week after so... There was still a chance to close his Liverpool story with nice ending.

But then, you know what happened.
Liverpool lost, big time—it’s like, raped.

After the game ended, I was just there, sitting in front of my laptop throughout a slowly-creeping, endless and quiet 15 minutes, doing nothing. Nothing but to think how is it like to be Gerrard right now.

Well I cried, honestly and I don't think I have to hide it. I cried, dramatically. When all 6 goals flashed behind Mignolet's back, when Charlie Adam celebrated over his goal to his ex-team, when Gerrard scored his last goal in Premier League ever. But of course my worse tear fell when the final whistle blew. When Gerrard clapped to honor his surroundings like a true legend, while everybody else was mocking him and his horrible last day in Liverpool.

I cried.

How could such thing happened to a legend that big?

If I were one of Liverpool players. I couldn't apologize myself for letting my captain down. But now what am I? Just a fan who sometimes watch the game, sometimes not, sometimes I feel like I’m the one who care most about the team, sometimes I don’t even give a fuck…

So all I can do is just to write this pity note.

Stating how sorry I am for the tragedy, and wholeheartedly wishing you, my beloved Captain Steven Gerrard, to have a better career ahead in the United States.

I regret that I don’t have a jersey with your name on it.
I regret I didn’t watch you when you were in Indonesia.
Speaking for all the fan who feels the same,

I’m sorry, Captain.

Witnessing a History

Just this morning.

I saw something dramatic, something intense.

Something people won't forget for a plenty of time.

Because it was mind-blowing.

And I'm not just saying that.

Well,

First, the scoring was bicycle-pants tight

Liverpool first, then Spurs, then Liverpool again and so on.

Liverpool's first goal by Lazar. Pic's from here.

Spurs' first goal by Harry Kane. Pic's from here.

Secondly, Gerrard equaled legend Robbie Fowler.

For 183 Liverpool goals, now both sharing crown at 5th place.

That's our Captain Gerrard. Pic's from here.

But things got a lil rough, a lil more intense

As Spurs leveled and almost ended the game draw, in Anfield, again.

It's Mousa Dembele, who almost ruined my whole day. Pic's from here.

And all of the sudden, Super Mario rocked our world

Scoring his first goal ever for the Premiere League, and saving Liverpool's ass

Definitely wasn't the MOTM tho, but still, he was sick. Pics are from here and here.

But the highlight of the victory was,

Seeing these boys hugging

Pics are from here, here, here and here.

And realizing how that scene made my heart melt.

I know I love them now

Nice Move, Lads

I've been soaked deeper into the squad of Liverpool lately for the past five months.

From their darker days, oh Lord those depressing time where I was really kinda fed up of how they lost too often. Or ended up draw, against small clubs. And there was this meme of naked Brendan Rodgers, posing in a doggy style saying "Hey Champions League, I'm ready and waiting" and oh of course, not to mention the wastage of Champions League...

Damn got to say, it was, that, mentally exhausting. I'm not like the biggest fan tho, but still, who would've enjoyed their favorite team lost??

Then things got a bit better approaching the end of 2014. Slowly but sure the team minimized the number of loss, Simon Mignolet proved himself worth the position after Brad Jones kicked his ass for like, three weeks? I forgot -maybe during that phase Mignolet was having major breakdown that's why he's got good comebacks lately. Glen Johnson has smoothly been replaced by Kolo Toure and Mamadou Sakho, well to sum it up, Liverpool's waking up!

Until 2015 came, and turned out to be harvesting time for us fans.

They're back.

Pic's from here.

They've been fired up lately. Really. It's like, they're paying us back what we (emotionally) lost in the last semester. Sterling, Marcovic and our new rising star Coutinho, shit, they're like possessed. I can't be more excited for these youngsters, really. Including Emre Can. Who would've thought that the below 23s are the ones who control the team now!?

But what made me happiest is how the clumsy Simon Mignolet had increased. Second Leg of Capital One match against Chelsea was the time when I realized how cool this Belgian guy had become. And he's been pretty good since ever. Oh and yea, that match against Chelsea. We lost tho, but the game proved me much that the whole squad is now skilling up right.

The toppest conflict tho, happened on the last two games. Where the squad showed how high their quality has become in the last three months. And Sturridge is back on business. Made a goal just ten minutes after he's called on pitch against West Ham. We've been waiting for him like, forever, and we knew we've been longing him for a reason.

And last night's game, fvck, could it be any more intense!? I was actually prepared to be satisfied for losing -since that penalty goal was so unfair, unnecessary and unfortunate, but Sterling and Can's beautiful combo plus Coutinho's handsome goal entering the injury time, do you guys want me to kiss you?

Wow.

I constantly wet my underpants watching them play.

And look how smart-ass-pro-like this post has become.

I never talked this football-scientific about Liverpool before.

But then, this whole journey from "Oh my God Liverpool, please, I'm tired of waking up in the middle of the night, just to see you guys got gangbanged!" to "Shit, this euphoria, we better keep it down before karma flipped the situation again" just made me-

-love the squad even more.

It's true that when you're there during their lost,

Even draw games satisfy you that much already.

And if in the end what you see is their victory,

It's like, orgasm

It's Complicated

Yes, I'm talking about a relationship.

Between me, and Liverpool.

I'm not a big fan, really. But at least I'm not that so-called fanatic supporter who appears and cheers when the team is winning. I'm also there when they lose--oh instead, I aaaalwaaaayss happen to appear when they're losing. Always. And it's starting to be very annoying to me.

I realized about this misfortune since forever ago

But after last night, I don't think it's just a coincidence.

So yea Liverpool lost against Real Madrid in Champions League team round. 0-3. Sucks as it was aired midnight I had to sleep early and woke up around 1.30 AM. Just similar to the one against Manchester City for EPL's week 2. Same time of broadcast, same number of goals suffered. Liverpool lost both matches, when I wholeheartedly interrupt my precious sleepy time just to watch them.

Mario Balotelli last night, against Madrid. Pic's from here.

Now let's go back to last weekend's EPL matchday. Liverpool against QPR. I watched it halfway. And what's up Liv?! It's QPR and you were like, struggling?! I watched the whole first round and stopped at minute 70 something because I had some stuff to do. It was still 0-0. But then when I got back, the score changed to 2-2 and with the addition of QPR's last own goal on the last minutes, Liverpool won.

I mean, what the hell?!

Why would they score a lot
While I'm away, not watching??

The biggest proof was, of course, their whole performance last season. They were shining, blasted from the bottom and ended up securing their spot for this season's Champions League. Sweet plays, as I heard from other sources.

From other sources

Yes. For last season, I missed the whole year, EVERYTHING, because I was so busy preparing my thesis, getting ready to the US, Vietnam and Philippines, as well as doing my first freelance job. I was totally like, totally occupied. I didn't even remember that I once made a pledge to start liking this British football club called Liverpool.

I was totally disconnected from The Reds,
And they were having the time of their lives.

Can't believe I literally missed their best performance last season. Stupid me. Pic's from here.

I mean, what the hell?!
Am I bringing some, curse?

P.S. : I've been noticing this for so long, but after last night I made myself pretty sure that I'm gonna be very supportive if Liverpool ever wants to kick Glen Johnson out.

This Is Harder Than High School

This year is a party time for football lovers. You know,

Arsenal will come, Chelsea will come, Liverpool will come...

Ah yes, Liverpool will come.

To Indonesia, to the land I'm staying at.

This could actually be like, you know, a chance for me to show the universe that I am trying to be a good fan of Liverpool. And um, this could be the only time for them playing here! I mean, WHEN ELSE WILL THEY BE COMING TO THIS CRAPPY COUNTRY!?

But... Yeah, there's a 'but'.

You know I'm not posting this story for a scrubby reason.

This is a real deal because, you know what, Pitbull will also come this year.

Yes, Pitbull. Again.

The all-time-fave-rapper-of-mine Pitbull.

He'll come. Again. And it gave me some hard times.

I know, I should've just pick Liverpool over Pitbull but... Got to admit, I adore the Cuban bastard much much more than all Liverpool players. Combined.

And the last time he came, well since I obtained his ticket for free, I couldn't help but promised myself that the next time he's coming to Indonesia, I won't risk my chance again by waiting for some stupid free tickets. I will just buy my own ticket instead. No matter how expensive it'll be. No matter what.

And now that he's coming again,

Along with the game of Liverpool,

I don't even know how to react.

Image of Captain Gerrard is from here, and Pitbull's from here.

I drool.

I drool like a mule.

Oh how could I dare to miss the duel

Of my favorite club, right before my stool?

But you know I won't say no to my lengua española fuel.

The guy who made me love to rap like a fool.

Argh, this is so uncool.

If only I have a gold pool,

I don't have to face this mull.

So, Liverpool or Pitbull?

God this bugs me deep into my skull

P.S. : I don't know why, but I have this feeling that somehow, eventually, I get to see both of them this year.
Just, Amen o Lord :')

Ode to The Man

Let's just say, I'm a huge fan of Manchester United. Well that's nonsense. Okay let's say I'm a moderate fan of Manchester United.

There's this one guy as far and as long as I ever known the club, he's so attached to it. Yea because since the day I was born, since the day I decided to be a loyal supporter of MU, the club had been managed by

Sir Alex Ferguson.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/blog/2013/may/08/alex-ferguson-manchester-united-legacy

The architect. The mastermind. You don't talk about performances. He had done the best for MU. Trophies, cups, leagues, victories, you name it. And don't even start talking about team selection. He hatched dozens of football stars.

From the first time I heard name Manchester United,

The only one, single name I ever heard to handle the club, was his.

Picturing the time he'd be forced to stop coaching the club, can't say how down I'll be.

But it's time to face the truth.

He's retired.

And I'm a fan of LFC.

So who am I to feel sad?

Well... I'm a human.

With a firm heart,

And emotions.

And because I'm quiet intolerant with goodbyes.

Because I got my eyes watered when it comes to farewell.

Because I couldn't help but feeling lost, although it's my fave team's rival.

Can't imagine how broken you guys are feeling now.

But I know he gave you prides you've always ever asked.

No more promises, no more owes, he's given the best legacy for all.

http://www.gazzetta.gr/football/article/503150/thank-you-sir-alex-video

The legend's now free to drop off.

So long, Sir!

As-Salamu Alaykum, Liverpool

The new season of English Premier League have been rolled for four weeks already. But umm, yea well Liverpool, again and again, haven't found their pattern yet. Alright alright, I ain't gon' talk about that. I'm not that capable to discuss strategies and techniques.

So here and now, I'm about to share about how more excited I am about Liverpool lately. Most of which is caused by the joining of these two players.

I got the picture of Assaidi from here, and Sahin from here

Other moslem football players, and they're joined to my fave team!! Oussama Assaidi was bought from SC Heerenveen by the new manager Brendan Rodgers. The 24 year old Moroccan guy is given number 11. 

While Turkish player Nuri Şahin is loaned by Real Madrid for umm, a year if I'm not mistaken? Yea just a loan. Unfortunately a friend of mine -a girl, shockingly, whose knowledge about football is a hundred times wider than me- informed me that the contract with Madrid is somehow closed, means that Liverpool can't propose a purchase of Şahin after the loan ends.

Too bad for him. If I happen to be able to contact him, I will infect his mind to stay. "Mou's just not interested in you," I will tell him. "You just see, you were there for a year only. Finally been able to make friends quiet well with Oezil already, but he loaned you away..."

Yea well, skip it. At least now for this whole season I'll cheer louder for Liverpool. About next year Şahin be back to Madrid? We still have Assaidi, people of Allah Almighty!

Hey wait, I'm not yet finished. I got another reason for loving Liverpool more and more. You know what, one of the club's sponsors is Garuda Indonesia Airlines!

http://www.merdeka.com/uang/garuda-indonesia-resmi-jadi-maskapai-penerbangan-liverpool-fc.html 

So. Damn. Cool. Seeing one of our proud brands digitally hang around Anfield Stadium... That's just priceless. All hail and long live, moslem and Indonesia!!

Now the burdens are all on you, Reds.

Just, don't make me love you because of those reasons above.

Win the game, that's the best deal

Farewell Your Majesty

I'm not the biggest fan of this club.
I don't even know that much about it.
About the history, lineups, strategies...

Also about the coach.
That Kenneth Dalglish coach.

You may considered to be failed.
You may not be succeeded giving achievements.

But still, thank you.
Thanks for igniting some hope.
Thanks for convincing me that I picked the right club to cheer upon.

Thanks, King Kenny

P.S. : I read from somewhere, something saying that Pep Guardiola will be the one replacing the manager spot on Liverpool. That will be cool I guess, and I'm kinda excited.

image source: here

El Nino Turns Blue, Liverpool Turns Blue, Fans Turn Blue Too

Hi guys! Whoa, it's February already and phew, time drifts so fast like crazy. And this month, well, was colored by a single bitter fact for Liverpool. Including me yes, but it doesn't really affect my whole precious life.

Okay, and so Torres left.

Yeah, Fernando Torres. The best striker that Liverpool has. He's gone to... Err, a club from somewhere in Northern England called... Chelsea? Oh okay, that club. And look how happy he is!

http://www.detiksport.com/sepakbola/read/2011/02/01/070922/1557644/72/torres-resmi-milik-chelsea

I bet his mind's shouting something like, "Great I made it! I'm finally out of that hellish red club!" Ah crap, for me he's nothing. From what I saw since World Cup, Torres was no good. Okay note it, it's my own vision, a boy that is really whatsoever in football.

But still, in search of trophy? What a selfish piece of joke he is--piece of joke? Well, I don't really know what I said, I just burst out what's inside my head.

So have fun with your new team, buddy. Liverpool's got Luis Suarez and Andy Carroll for their fans to forget you. But hey you know what, when I went to Bali I bought an artificial Liverpool Jersey spelled T-O-R-R-E-S with a number 9 below them. Cool right? Now the one with that kind of name has flown away~

Mad? of course noooot, who do I think I am?

I'm nothing to Torres and I'm a new fresh fan of Liverpool.

So I'm just stating my voice by saying

Good luck to you, El Nino!

P.S. : oh and i just realized something! by this weekend, Liverpool will meet Chelsea on the EPL! can't wait to see it. hope Torres play for the blues

Let's Start From Zero

remember about the time i was on fire to have my own favorite football team? when i thought that becoming one of a club's supporters would be so exciting? well, i've finally found it. one of the English Premier League top club; Liverpool

... top club

well, they're not

they're now in their miserable phase. lost from most clubs--even small ones, kicked to the lower ranks, underestimated by people around the globe. sigh, am i choosing the wrong club?

well... i ain't!

supporting a club from their gloomiest moment is so fun, especially when i got my emotion roller-coastered. i can't wait for the time when i really into them like, REALLY. i'll sacrifice everything just to put my butt in front of the TV, act like an idiot along the drama

okay, i'm done with this post and--

ah look! here comes another loss :')

cheer up, mister! lots of chances lie ahead

image source: here