Loads been happening in thirteen days since I last posted, but it would be a pain for you guys if I went into details. So, lets cover it all quickly. Orientation Camp (C171 OEI!), start of school, "200 Pound Beauty", first leg of United-Milan (a cracker of a game), CCA Recuitment Drive, and smashing makan sessions. Phew. Its all been pretty much interesting, but the rush of the first twelve days paled to the two hours of nail-biting tension last night. Honestly. For the first time in a long time, United and Chelsea kicked off their games at the same time, just not playing against each other. If there was ever such a thing as an Molotov cocktail of emotions, those two hours had it all. United started off pretty bad, and conceded early, much to the chagrin of us fellas watching at home, and to the glee of the boys in blue at Stamford Bridge. Three minutes later, however, those smirks were wiped off their smug little faces when Bolton put their noses in front. Parity restored in the title race (for us anyway). But Chelsea, being Chelsea, refused to lie down and they didn't just pull themselves level, they put themselves into the lead. Our three point lead gone, and so did our fuses. With every agonizing minute that passed, with every misplaced pass, with every mishit shot, the tension rose significantly, and frankly, it was difficult to continue watching. Half-time came and went, and United started the half pretty much the same way they did the first: poorly. Manuel Fernandes, on loan at Goodison, decided to show the world that Ronaldo wasn't the only brilliant Portuguese in the arena with a smashing goal. But the wonder at having seen such a good goal was tempered by the fact that we were now two down, with Chelsea in the lead in their game. Level on points in the title race. Indescribable agony. Then, faint hope. Kelvin Davies, the pesky little forward, came up with a surprise, and pulled Bolton level. Two apiece at the Bridge, and a two point lead for us in the race. Still, the football offered by our boys in red was disheartening. The ineffective Smith was taken off, and suddenly the verve was back in United's game. O'Shea pulled one back from Carrick's corner, and hope was restored to the faithful. The boys in the red pushed forward now, this time with Ronaldo finally in the fray, with all their worth, and another corner would bring us level. Ronaldo's header bounced off Turner in goal, and in his frentic bid to clear the ball off the line, ex-Red Phil Neville only managed to stab it home for us. Irony. Three point lead at the top restored, our boys went in for the kill. First Rooney, with a well-taken goal (ironic eh?), and then the unheralded Chris Eagles with a smashing shot, gave us the win, the three points, and the extension to our lead at the top of the table. Chelsea failed to score again, and had to settle for the draw. Five points now separate the two teams, with three games to go. What a roller-coaster ride of emotions in a short two hour span. No scriptwriter could have written the ending better for United, and tough luck to Chelsea. We're now this close to winning the title that is rightfully ours, and I can just smell the silverware, the glory. Come on ya Reds! Champions!Man, I love sports.
i heard the crickets at 6:53 pm
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