
Guess what arrived in the post yesterday? I have been searching for this book for the longest time around town. Couldn't find it even at the more posh outlet. Better still, most of the salesgirls would give me the look when I asked. What? Gary Neville? Who is Gary Neville? Gary Neville the Red. Never heard of him? I finally ordered it online, through Amazon, and got the copy within a week.
I remember the chants vividly around Old Trafford every time Gary went in with a meaty tackle. The whole stadium would erupt, to the tune of London Bridge, "Gary Neville is a Red, is a Red, is a Red, Gary Neville is a Red, he hates Scousers!". And he does. Big time! He got fined for running the whole length of the field at Old Trafford towards the Liverpool supporters after Rio Ferdinand put one into the top corner, to celebrate. Alone. The rest of the team were running to Rio. But not Gary. He was bigging it up alone, in front of the Liverpool supporters, kissing his United badge! Class!
A true fan who was lucky enough to have the chance to play for United and made a career out of it. He would play for free given the chance. He would bleed for the club. No argument. Not the most talented, but did he not give his all. He would rather retire - as he actually did - rather than play for another team.
He can be heard now giving the odd commentary on TV. His comments were insightful and given with passion. But don't let him commentate on any of United's matches, as he would be unashamedly biased. I have finished the first three chapters thus far. Mainly about how he came about to start on football. Riveting.

Exasperating Commentary
So, the SEA Games had begun in Jakarta and Palembang. The weekend gave me some opportunity to catch up with what was going on. The athletics has yet to begin, but other team sports, such as football had already started.
Sitting in front of the TV on the Sunday afternoon, I was treated to a football match. Malaysia was playing an already eliminated Cambodia. We were three up by halftime. But Cambodia played to a different rhythm in the second half and gave Malaysia a bit of a scare. Considering Indonesia had previously beaten Cambodia six nil, we were expecting a lot from the match. It has yet to finish, but it was clear that we needed to bulk up.
But, I did not write this entry to lament about out sporting mental toughness. It was about the coverage on TV, especially the quality of the commentary. It was atrocious. And I was being diplomatic here ....... No insight into what was on the television. He might as well be in a studio in KL to dub the audio. It was a waste of time sending him all the way to Indonesia. Shambolic!
It had never improve in the last couple of decades. At least Hasbollah Awang could be tragically funny.
Malaysia won 4-1 in the end, wasting plenty of chances to score even more