Back to Football
I decided to start my afternoon rounds slightly earlier, to make time for the take-out and football. I had a quick nap an woke up with a banging headache. Not amusing.
Anita went to do a bit I groceries next door at Wangsa Walk while I waited for the order. Tandoori and mee ladna as usual. Man United would be playing Wolves this evening, and after the disappointment of Bilbao, was expected to crush the opposition. So, hopefully we could get ourself sorted out on the field. We couldn't afford any more slip up.
Pacepalm
Rushing back from the hospital, I missed the handshake that never was. Evra offered a handshake. Suarez pretended that Evra did not exist - by the way, Evra is black, of course he does not exist. Such a disgrace. No place for that in football.
The scene in the end - the Evra celebration - was also something which we could also do without. After all, the points were already been won, and made. We won on the day. And Evra could have shown a bit more class but toning down the celebration a wee bit. But in the grand scheme of things, he might have though, "why not?".
There was no doubt that United deserved the win. We played better and we were hungrier. The Suarez goal was there to add a bit of spice, but nothing more. Rooney certainly had taken his goals well.
We are top of the league for at least another 24 hours. Citeh would be playing tomorrow. Hopefully I would be able to catch the game tomorrow at the Doctor's Lounge. I would be on call tomorrow.
Both Suarez and Dalglish had since issued apology on their conduct. Can't really make out what to make of it ....