
it was a good trip, aside from being unable to eat, i enjoyed it thoroughly and my mom bought me the new season's kit.
GREAT!
Man Utd 3-2 M'sia.
flattering score for m'sia really, or in my not-so humble opinion at least.
i will admit it was almost embarassing though. well done Michael Owen!
got myself one of those real loud and annoying horns, neighbours beware!
so we arrive at the seats, binoculars and horn, excited. first player on the field: Ben Foster.
of course, he's only warming up but unbelievably exciting.
the sur-reality kicks in, you look in all directions and it's packed!
before long, Edwin Van Der Sar strolls in, to a hero's welcome.
eventually all the players show up and do their warm-ups, i've decided not to bitch too much but i will say the crowd wasn't the liveliest. nor was their support directed at the side you would assume.
DUUUUHHHHHH.
i'm happy to say i was in good company, only not enough i guess. and i think i started an owen chant.
and i got to sing.
my jaws are bruised from the screaming, must've done something to my mouth wounds.

Joel