I was catching the match between Nadal and Federer during the finals of the Madrid Open. And what struck me was how Nadal really hunted and chased down every single ball even though he just participated in a 4hour marathon with Djokovic earlier. 'Half the balls he chased down I would never have bothered' that's what my cousin said.



Hmmmm the woman behind seems to be analysing his rump... Impressive one no doubt.

Obviously for me, considering my ineptness at stamina busting sports, one tenth of the balls he chased down I wouldn't even have bothered. I'd probably feign injury like Djokovic's best at doing.



Or maybe start blowing kisses at the crowd and milking some applause for being the first ever player who dared to play with his back face to Nadal. That's the stuff of legends!



Okay, maybe i'm not so slim and graceful and obviously not blond. But i think we all get the point!

Now now, I'm a proud Man Utd fan though I admit we get a reputation for being bandwagon hoppers. I've long since become immune to those scathing remarks. Needless to say, the day we got owned by Arsenal and still managed to win the title was something. When the final whistle went, my mum asked 'Eh so liverpool won?' (even though liverpool wasn't even playing -_- and she said that even though she knows i am a man utd fan. Obvious goading) I replied 'nope, man utd won'. She was asking how come I have no reaction.

BOY BOY. SHE DIDN'T KNOW DEEP INSIDE ME THAT I WAS CHURNING AND BUBBLING WITH EXCITEMENT.



Okay anyway, onwards to ROME. Augustus's long toast. Caesar's history too. It's our turn to create history. Full steam ahead!!



okay sorry. sometimes, football can be too manly.







Much more like it.

Glory Glory Man Utd!

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