Now, lets talk about the game. I as usual won't go to the inner tactical part. I leave it to Mr Manaf Khan to do it later. I prefer to bore you guys with my funny yet tragic experience last night. I reach home at about 11.15pm from the cinema. Just imagine how fast I drove my truck all the way from the MidValley to Shah Alam. Well, there were not much traffic and the route was a long straight highways, so it was easy for me to reach home within 20mins.
I try to sleep but it took me til 12.30pm before I can doze off and woke up at 2.40am. This is the tragic part. I didn't really count properly the timing. I was so sure the game starts at 2.45am. The fact is the game started an hour later. I realise then, my battery would be very low when the game eventually start. But I try my best. I fix myself a hot drink. I sat straight (instead of lying on the couch)... and I think... my eyes managed the beauty of the game for 15 mins. Then I was in the state of twilight. A few minutes dozing off... then woke up... then slowly dozing off before I was shaken by that 1st goal.
Carra was absolutely fooled by that fella. I believed it was somewhere at 39th minutes. At half time, I text Manaf telling him that I couldn't bear to stay awake as I have to be in the office at 9am today. When I woke up at 7.50am, I saw 2 messages. One from Manaf and one from Sufi. A draw. Thank God. If I sacrifice my sleep just to see that kind of results, I must be cursing myself. hmm.... a truly quantum of solace, isn't it? hahaha
p/s : when you see how terrible Chelsea's result (they lost 1 - 3 to Roma), we should be thankful that we managed to draw this game. But are we?