Anti-Climatic

Have you ever felt the feeling of that preclimatic rush? You anticipate something good, great infact. Something that can give you pleasure.

Pleasure in a sense that you feel your heart beat faster and faster. Your palm gets sweaty and you respirate faster. You feel something inside of you wanting to gush out hard and fast. You scream deep down inside wishing it will last forever. And when it comes out.

You feel like

Aaahhh....*wait, is that it??*

That is the feeling of anti-climatic. When you hope the main event to be so god damn interesting and well, pleasurable. It ends up to be, as a friend of mine once said, non-chalant! So freaking slow and boring that your fantasies (Maria Ozawa anyone?) could be more exciting and even, if you intend to, jerk it off manually (you get what I mean) it would be better.

Though, to all those people with nasty thoughts (yes you qilahS), this post ain't about no explicit pornographic memoirs of mine, but more to the disgust that I have from watching the most hyped about final in, well I guess, the decade!

Barcelona vs Man Utd

Who would expect? A trashing I might add. A Champions League Final Trashing. Wait. Who got trashed again? What? The DEFENDING champions? wow. Slow down, take a breather. *sigh...*

Calm. Calm. CAlm. CAlm. CALm. CALm. CALm. CALM. CALM. CALM. CALM!!!!!!!!!!!

*deep breath....in...out....*

Firstly, congratulations Barcelona. Well fought, great determenation, magnificant strategy, overall fantastic performance. Messi was everywhere, Iniesta was strategically brilliant, Eto'o was pin point and Puyol was dominating. Congratulations.

Man Utd? United who? wait, was Roo playing? Ando anyone? Vida was well "dominating" yeah! Ronny? Well, one word for you son, glutton is a sin of life.

The main problem in the MU team was simple, no determination at all. You could see all night that the midfield was dominated by Iniesta, Xavi and Busquets. Roo wasn't chasing back, Ronny was just, well, Ronny. Park wasn't up to form. Ando was embarassing. Giggs, your a legend mate but that performance was like Kieran Gibbs fumbling the ball!

Well, analyzing it, I believe that Darren Fletcher was the key to the United 4-3-3. Since he's not around. Well, yet again Congrats Barca.

ps: Roo, what happened man?