So who else watched Manchester City Vs Liverpool? Who else was experiencing what Psychologists call "Mixed Emotions"?
The first half I was laughing my behind off. Liverpool 2 - 0 down to City it was priceless!
and yet there was that nagging feeling...
I kind of admire Liverpool at times... don't hate me... plus I can't really feel too great when the team doing the damage is none other than our beloved neighbors.
So my happiness was tempered, you could say. Like someone stealing my ice cream & then spilling it on themselves.
Sure it feels like justice at first because they did steal it but then you realise neither of you has any ice cream and it kinda stinks.
Still I resolved to stick it through. Torres seemed to be struggling, at least by his high standards. Then the game got good.
2nd half. My happiness was by now gone rather like a villager who's seen the local tyrant killed only to realise the new tyrant is even worse.
Torres started taking shots. Yay! Still couldn't get through but a marked improvement. Gerrard was still peripheral, strangely.
Straight red to Zabaleta for trying to break Alonso in half. Then the game got great. Holy smoking cow batman, Torres is back!
More importantly City looked a different team, or should I say a familiar team. Clueless, dominated, frightened. Normal business resumed.
So finally Arbeloa, not so bad, sent in a low cross which Torres bundled into the net pretty much falling into the net himself in the process.
Not one for the scrapbook but they all count. The look on Robinho's face was priceless. It was like he's just realised what's he's done to his career.
That look alone was enough to make my day but City couldn't be allowed to win. It was a matter of principal. Luckily the footballing god's heard me.
City forgot how to defend & a Gerrard corner saw Torres put it into the back of the net with all the time and space in the world.
2 - 2. Hmm. Good enough? Both out rivals humiliating the other. Liverpool should've won. City gave up a 2 goal lead. Tempting. But no.
No City needed to be taught a lesson. Frankly I wish we'd been the ones to teach them but I'll take what I get.
Now what happened next is something even I found hard to believe. Once every 60 years Halley's comet zooms around the earth.
What happened today was even rarer than that. Kuyt scored. I looked heavenwards half expecting to see the planets all aligned
and pigs flying about with tiny angel wings. Nope. I guess one miracle fulfilled the quote for today.
So there you have it. City @ home 2 - 0 to the good. First they lose Zabaleta. Then they lose the lead. Then they lose the match.
Who said good things come in three's? Did they deserve to win. I don't know, to be honest. They were lucky as lucky can be.
Zabaleta deserved the card but still, ever noticed how fortune seems to flow their way? That ball dropping to Kuyt could've been heaven sent.
Torres unmarked for the header. Somebody up there likes them. Or somebody up there hates City. I knew Robinho shouldn't have called himself a god.
The first half I was laughing my behind off. Liverpool 2 - 0 down to City it was priceless!
and yet there was that nagging feeling...I kind of admire Liverpool at times... don't hate me... plus I can't really feel too great when the team doing the damage is none other than our beloved neighbors.
So my happiness was tempered, you could say. Like someone stealing my ice cream & then spilling it on themselves.
Sure it feels like justice at first because they did steal it but then you realise neither of you has any ice cream and it kinda stinks.
Still I resolved to stick it through. Torres seemed to be struggling, at least by his high standards. Then the game got good.
2nd half. My happiness was by now gone rather like a villager who's seen the local tyrant killed only to realise the new tyrant is even worse.
Torres started taking shots. Yay! Still couldn't get through but a marked improvement. Gerrard was still peripheral, strangely.
Straight red to Zabaleta for trying to break Alonso in half. Then the game got great. Holy smoking cow batman, Torres is back!
More importantly City looked a different team, or should I say a familiar team. Clueless, dominated, frightened. Normal business resumed.
So finally Arbeloa, not so bad, sent in a low cross which Torres bundled into the net pretty much falling into the net himself in the process.
Not one for the scrapbook but they all count. The look on Robinho's face was priceless. It was like he's just realised what's he's done to his career.
That look alone was enough to make my day but City couldn't be allowed to win. It was a matter of principal. Luckily the footballing god's heard me.
City forgot how to defend & a Gerrard corner saw Torres put it into the back of the net with all the time and space in the world.
2 - 2. Hmm. Good enough? Both out rivals humiliating the other. Liverpool should've won. City gave up a 2 goal lead. Tempting. But no.
No City needed to be taught a lesson. Frankly I wish we'd been the ones to teach them but I'll take what I get.
Now what happened next is something even I found hard to believe. Once every 60 years Halley's comet zooms around the earth.
What happened today was even rarer than that. Kuyt scored. I looked heavenwards half expecting to see the planets all aligned
and pigs flying about with tiny angel wings. Nope. I guess one miracle fulfilled the quote for today.
So there you have it. City @ home 2 - 0 to the good. First they lose Zabaleta. Then they lose the lead. Then they lose the match.
Who said good things come in three's? Did they deserve to win. I don't know, to be honest. They were lucky as lucky can be.
Zabaleta deserved the card but still, ever noticed how fortune seems to flow their way? That ball dropping to Kuyt could've been heaven sent.
Torres unmarked for the header. Somebody up there likes them. Or somebody up there hates City. I knew Robinho shouldn't have called himself a god.
