May May
The boss likes to tinker. I don't.
In the hope that history repeats itself, I've been trying to do everything today exactly like what I had done on the day Liverpool beats Chelsea at Anfield few weeks back to get to the Champions League Final. Among the many things I did that day, one of them was posting on this blog.
One of Length's housemate is a hardcore Liverpool fan. Thanks to his geographical location, he would be bussing to Liverpool for the victory parade, if there is one, on Friday. He would have been there for the match today if not for his examinations tomorrow. Anyway, I had placed a 7.50 pounds bet at a William Hill outlet in London on the trophy heading northwest instead of west tonight and I had left the fax-liked confirmation slip of my bet with Length.
If I win the bet, it would fetch me 15 pounds, which should be enough for Length's housemate to get me a Liverpool Champions League Winners T-shirt from the Anfield store, just like the one I have bearing the words 'Champions League Winners Istanbul 2005' on its front. This time round, 'Istanbul 2005' will be replaced by 'Athens 2007'. If I lose, there will be no T-shirt to buy.
10 bottles of Kronenbourg (regretfully not Carlsberg) are now chilling in the fridge. The television has been wiped and the scarf is already on the desk, ready to be raised once the whistle goes. My brother left me a good bottle of Bordeaux last Saturday because he had no more space in his luggage to bring it back to Singapore.
May the cork of the Bordeaux be screwed tonight for good reasons. May May this year be one to be fondly remembered by all who don't walk alone. And may the man below be the one lifting the cup in Athens.
Of fries and ketchup - Stevie G.
In the hope that history repeats itself, I've been trying to do everything today exactly like what I had done on the day Liverpool beats Chelsea at Anfield few weeks back to get to the Champions League Final. Among the many things I did that day, one of them was posting on this blog.
One of Length's housemate is a hardcore Liverpool fan. Thanks to his geographical location, he would be bussing to Liverpool for the victory parade, if there is one, on Friday. He would have been there for the match today if not for his examinations tomorrow. Anyway, I had placed a 7.50 pounds bet at a William Hill outlet in London on the trophy heading northwest instead of west tonight and I had left the fax-liked confirmation slip of my bet with Length.
If I win the bet, it would fetch me 15 pounds, which should be enough for Length's housemate to get me a Liverpool Champions League Winners T-shirt from the Anfield store, just like the one I have bearing the words 'Champions League Winners Istanbul 2005' on its front. This time round, 'Istanbul 2005' will be replaced by 'Athens 2007'. If I lose, there will be no T-shirt to buy.
10 bottles of Kronenbourg (regretfully not Carlsberg) are now chilling in the fridge. The television has been wiped and the scarf is already on the desk, ready to be raised once the whistle goes. My brother left me a good bottle of Bordeaux last Saturday because he had no more space in his luggage to bring it back to Singapore.
May the cork of the Bordeaux be screwed tonight for good reasons. May May this year be one to be fondly remembered by all who don't walk alone. And may the man below be the one lifting the cup in Athens.
Of fries and ketchup - Stevie G.
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