This is very slow, I know, but I only found out on last Wednesday that there is going to be a match between Liverpool and Singapore in... Ermmm... July? If my memory serves me correctly? (Ermmm, honestly, com'on? Is there even a need for this match? Isn't it obvious enough?)
I heard this piece ofold news from the younger brother, who was very excited about booking the tickets. He was practically gushing over it.
Anyway, last night, after logging off from the internet, I went to the living room to take a breather. Sprawling slothfully across the couch, I munched on the dark chocolate cookies which were left over from the day's lunch at Subway. It was then I realized that they're showing the live telecast of a football match.
The younger brother eyed me suspiciously. "姐," he called out, "you know what is Tot?"
"Tottenham, lah!" Please, man, this is a piece of CAKE. Growing up around 2 MALE siblings certainly have some advantages. I used to play games like Championship Manager, Red Alert, Counter Strike, Final Fantasy etc. Well, how could I not? With 2 brothers, the category of games and entertainment available around the house is quite limited.
The younger brother looked genuinely impressed.
"Name me a Liverpool player, leh." He persisted.
Now, I know he's an arrant fan of Gerrad (did I even get the spelling correct?), and hence resisted giving that as an answer. I bit off a hearty chuck of the tasty cookie and contemplated momentarily. "Owen. Michael Owen." I chewed thoughtfully, and a sudden horror striked me, "Oh! WAIT! I take that back! He got transferred out, is it not?!"
"PLEASE, LAH! THAT IS LIKE A MILLION OF YEARS AGO ALREADY, LOH!" The younger brother exclaimed in exasperation. He threw me an incredulous look as though I'm a Martian who just landed on Earth, and proclaimed unceremoniously that I'm the joke of the day.
Crushed.
That's the thing about growing up with 2 male siblings and no sisters. You get ribbed at. Alot.
What can I say? I grew up in the era where Beckham was still handsome, still unmarried, and still had his wind-blown flyaway blonde, long fringe. Shearer, Scholes, Cole, Yorke, Solskjaer, Bergkamp, Fowler, and Sheringham were some of the better strikers I know of. Shay Given, Fabian Barthez, and that old old former-Man U guy (I can't remember his name. Gosh, has he retired already?) were rather good goalkeepers as I remember it. Neville and Butt were the only defenders I know and remember of to date. Ryan Giggs and the handsome Beckham were the 2 dunno-what-left-and-right-wings. Owen, oh yes. Owen was the handsome, young, and super-talented guy in Liverpool. Yes, this is the era I grew up in.
P.S. Okay, I just googled it out. NOW I remember. It's Schmeichel. Peter Schmeichel.
I heard this piece of
Anyway, last night, after logging off from the internet, I went to the living room to take a breather. Sprawling slothfully across the couch, I munched on the dark chocolate cookies which were left over from the day's lunch at Subway. It was then I realized that they're showing the live telecast of a football match.
The younger brother eyed me suspiciously. "姐," he called out, "you know what is Tot?"
"Tottenham, lah!" Please, man, this is a piece of CAKE. Growing up around 2 MALE siblings certainly have some advantages. I used to play games like Championship Manager, Red Alert, Counter Strike, Final Fantasy etc. Well, how could I not? With 2 brothers, the category of games and entertainment available around the house is quite limited.
The younger brother looked genuinely impressed.
"Name me a Liverpool player, leh." He persisted.
Now, I know he's an arrant fan of Gerrad (did I even get the spelling correct?), and hence resisted giving that as an answer. I bit off a hearty chuck of the tasty cookie and contemplated momentarily. "Owen. Michael Owen." I chewed thoughtfully, and a sudden horror striked me, "Oh! WAIT! I take that back! He got transferred out, is it not?!"
"PLEASE, LAH! THAT IS LIKE A MILLION OF YEARS AGO ALREADY, LOH!" The younger brother exclaimed in exasperation. He threw me an incredulous look as though I'm a Martian who just landed on Earth, and proclaimed unceremoniously that I'm the joke of the day.
Crushed.
That's the thing about growing up with 2 male siblings and no sisters. You get ribbed at. Alot.
What can I say? I grew up in the era where Beckham was still handsome, still unmarried, and still had his wind-blown flyaway blonde, long fringe. Shearer, Scholes, Cole, Yorke, Solskjaer, Bergkamp, Fowler, and Sheringham were some of the better strikers I know of. Shay Given, Fabian Barthez, and that old old former-Man U guy (I can't remember his name. Gosh, has he retired already?) were rather good goalkeepers as I remember it. Neville and Butt were the only defenders I know and remember of to date. Ryan Giggs and the handsome Beckham were the 2 dunno-what-left-and-right-wings. Owen, oh yes. Owen was the handsome, young, and super-talented guy in Liverpool. Yes, this is the era I grew up in.
P.S. Okay, I just googled it out. NOW I remember. It's Schmeichel. Peter Schmeichel.
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2 comments:
Wow. The way you say "grew up in the era" makes it seem like it's 50 years ago. Haha.
Kgoon: Hahaha! Indeed, indeed. =). But luckily I'm not that old. Yet. Heh =)
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