Chelski being too arrogant?

Nah. I call that winner's attitute. =P

I mean, c'mon. They can be arrogant. They have come from a 1-2 deficit to defeat Barca.

More importantly, Jose needs to show the English Football mangaers that he isn't afraid of them. Yes, they can play mind games, and so can he. =D

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(When you see the *, it means it's a story. Cya.)

*It was a bright sunny morning. The birds were chirpping away happily. The gentle wind caused the grass to sway peacefully. The skies are clear, and the temperature is just nice, neither too hot, nor too cold.

Ther perfect morning.

Yet, in the middle of a bed found in a small cozy cottage on the outskirts of the city, a shape of a ball was formed under a blanket. Anyone peeping in will merely think that it's the blanket being lumped together.

On closer inspection, one would see a person inside the warmth of the blankets.

Falcon.

"Gaah...Can't sleep worth nuts..."

Always the person to wake up early, Falcon had a little too much to drink the night before, and wanted to sleep till late into the afternoon. Yet, his body clock told him to be awake before even the sun rose. Falcon then spent the nxt few hours in a waking-sleeping cycle which switches every five minutes.

"I'm on holiday, leave notice officially given by the king, damnit.." Falcon muttered to nobody but himself. He just returned from an escort mission two days ago, protecting a prince who had to travel back home from an ally country. Not that the country had any intentions to kill the prince, they are to fearful for that, it's just the journey lay plenty of badguys, ranging from bandits to horse stealers.

Walking over to the wall where his sword, Belldandy hung, Falcon could not resist a smile.

Belldandy had seen blood during that journey. The idiocy of a group of bandits who thought that he was a common soldier.

They obviously did not notice that hs uniform was a little different from the rest of his comrades.

Three seconds, five slashes, twelve steps was all that was required to remove the source of nuisance.

Removing Belldandy from her stand on the wall, Falcon smiled once more as he slowly brought Belldandy out from her leather sheath, removing her of her clothes. The sound of metal against leather being sweet music to his ears.

Soon, Belldandy was naked. Holding her by the hilt, Falcon held it in front of him, turning it gently, allowing the reflected sunlight to shine to even the darkest corners of his room.

"Morning, Belldandy." Falcon whispered, almost sexually, before carassing the flat side of the sword slowly, intimately.

They say that your sword is a friend, an ally, a helper, a savior.

To Falcon, Belldandy was more then that.

She was...his lover.

Oh, he has his fair share of girls, two, to be exact. Being an elite soldier of the army, his body was pretty well built, and his skin tanned due to the long hours of journeying under the sun. He was introduced to countless noble ladies and beautiful ladies many times, during parties, when he was in a bar...the list goes on. Even the king himself had tried to find Falcon a suitable wife. With his good looks, status, and kind heart, he was probably a dream for most women.

Yet, Falcon took no liking in women, nor did he had any with relationships in general. To him, fighting is his life, his love, his soul. Hence, in a house that coul have benefitted greatly from having a presence of a woman, Falcon preferred it neat, empty and having only his sword as company.

Neat....

Looking lower onto the floor, there was an immediate notice as to how his house isn't exactly neat and tidy.

His uniform from yesterday. Falcon was pretty much drunk from yesterday, and simply removed his uniform, before dropping onto the bed and sleeping like the dead.

"Better clean that up, I gu-"

Suddenly, Falcon felt an extra presence in his house. Someone who should not be here has entered his house without permission.

An intruder?

No...he had a feeling he met this person before.

Still...

Turning a full 180 degrees, with Belldandy held in front in an offensive stance, Falcon was about to plunge it straight into the person's chest, when he stopped his movements.

There it was, in the middle of his house, looking at him.

A cat.

"Good morning, Falcon."

"Nice way to greet an old friend." the cat spoke.

"How about telling me in advance next time?"

"Rachel."

The cat was Rachel Edinspourgh. Formerly a brillent scientist who due to an failed magical experiment, was changed into a cat.

Falcon still had no idea what the heck the experiment was about, despite pressing many times. Currently, he knew that the beautiful girl he was given the task to protect once had became a cat, and is currently trying hard to turn herself back to normal.

Somehow, she had retained her ability to speak in her clear, commanding voice.

"If I were an assassin, you would be with your maker.." Rachel grinned, with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"How the heck can assassins be cats..?" Falcon replied sourly.

"Jesus...don't scare me like that next time..." Falcon had plenty brushes with death to know how valuable life is.

Yet, in falling in love with fighting, knocking on death's door is pretty much part and parcel of it.

Heading into the kitchen, Falcon got Rachel some warm milk, before wondering why his friend was visiting him for.*
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Re: THE EAST DERBY
Muhammad Khidhir Bin Johari 03A01 (Tue 15 Mar 2005 10:22 pm) Not rated Profile Rate Reply Reply w/quote Send message

Well, in pure soccer context, derby are supposed to bring the best out of each team, and most of the time, it will display a highly contested match up..bt contradistinction to the match between MJC n TPJC..with respect to both team, it was prob one of the most horrenodus n appalling derbies in history of the beautiful game itself..hahahahz..oops..did i went tat far?? Well, mjc had the been playing mind games n hyping up the climate prior to the match by proudly annoucing thier brazilian coach..well, samba spice, samba dance n the crux of the matter, samba soccer was the talk of the town during pre-match..hahaz..bt no such influence came out thru it..

Good God, the way he typed was simply "horrenodus n appalling". HOW THE **** DO YOU EXPECT PEOPLE TO READ THAT? How in the blue hell do you..."hype up the climate"? I have no idea what the heck he's talking about for the "brazilian part". From what I get from that, it's something about MJC having a brazilian coach, and some girls doing the samba dance of some sort. Talk of the town? Forgive me for being ignorant, but I didn't hear it. Sorry.

Wat actuali came out was a disarray performace by both teams, with the meridians adapting the English long ball tactic( Please lah..no creativity ah)..n relying extremely heavy on their winger(the so called national winger)..gez one can read their game plan like a book..juz like TPjc's last man..

One man army! Whee. What's wrong with using the English Long Ball tactic? Heard of "don't reinvent the wheel?" If it's good, then they use it. Simple.

Bt this is not to say TPJC was the superior of the 2..well, in fact, they are losers of the game but kudos to them as they held their head up high..Purely in terms of strength, it was rather solid at the back(centre) than upfront..Frankly, a goal can have massive influence on the team..if the upfront scores, spirits and morals would be boosted..well, tpjc do have chances bt not converting it..

Nuff said. We have the chances, but we just cannot make the ball go into the net. If you are one goal down, and cannot shake yourself off to score, you should lose the game. Look at Chelsea, on goal down to Liverpool in the first few minutes. What happened next? Chelsea won.

More importantly, the gap betwn the two teams arent tat far..it was extremely dreadful seeing the 2 goals being conceded..Defensive error?? zero ball sense?? it aint a spectacular goal at all..itz juz a simple tap in..sheesh..hahaz..

What do you want? 50 foot goals? Sheesh. What's wrong with simple tap ins? Too...simple for you? A victory is a victory, no such thing as a beautiful victory or an ugly victory. Winning is everything. Heck, it's not like MJCians dived to get penalities or something.

Ok2...some points to ponder..left back n right back need to pull up their socks if tpjc wish to reach in2 the second round of the tournament..the wingers need to be more creative..the centre muz be tougher..commanding n possibly, generate ideas to attack..the upfont needs to be more clincal..the defensive part of the game muz be more intimidating..hard tackles..a little more expression to the game..wat i mean is u need to act..act fierce lah..bagi mesti bagi nya..hehez..

Whoa. Manager in the making. Go you! Take over the football team. You want beautiful football? Try and get it yourself.

well, tis is my -5 cents worth of superfical analysis of the game..imagine..padang macam teh katai nak main apa..in english: the field like sweetened tea, how to play??? hahahz

hahahaz....

>_>

<_<

Cya later.

Moron.