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Sunday, June 13, 2004
TALK ABOUT BLOODY LUCK!
THE 90th and 93rd minute of the game!
*sigh sigh sigh sigh*
I guess in the words of Independence Day “Its aint over until the fat lady sings” ... whatever relation that has to this situation.
And there I was, 80 minutes in, in the kitchen, armed with the remains of our barbeque, thinking we were about to have what would be a sure win. Frank Lampard (always been my favourite and yes, purely for one reason, which knowing me, unsurprisingly isn’t for his talent.) and his tremehendous goal at about 38 minutes in got me shouting the house down, and choking on some cucumber. My parents weren’t too interested. Neither at the score or the fact I was choking.
And then, before you know it. BOOF. They win. And i was left alone in the kitchen with my head in my hands. (and my elbow in some lettuce.) Oh well, at least I know the neighbours wont be round, suggesting that we start a street party...
Now, *rubs hands* I wonder if Luck is up for favouring my Chemistry and English exams tomorrow?
THE 90th and 93rd minute of the game!
*sigh sigh sigh sigh*
I guess in the words of Independence Day “Its aint over until the fat lady sings” ... whatever relation that has to this situation.
And there I was, 80 minutes in, in the kitchen, armed with the remains of our barbeque, thinking we were about to have what would be a sure win. Frank Lampard (always been my favourite and yes, purely for one reason, which knowing me, unsurprisingly isn’t for his talent.) and his tremehendous goal at about 38 minutes in got me shouting the house down, and choking on some cucumber. My parents weren’t too interested. Neither at the score or the fact I was choking.
And then, before you know it. BOOF. They win. And i was left alone in the kitchen with my head in my hands. (and my elbow in some lettuce.) Oh well, at least I know the neighbours wont be round, suggesting that we start a street party...
Now, *rubs hands* I wonder if Luck is up for favouring my Chemistry and English exams tomorrow?
