Monday, March 22, 2010

When's the Season Gonna End?

Let's count the curses (as opposed to blessings) on why Liverpool Football Club is where it is this season.

1) Steven Gerrard has been off form. He's been a passenger, probably having the world cup on his mind and he's afraid to get injured, and not be able to travel to South Africa in June.

2) Xabi Alonso absence. The position and influence of Alonso have yet to be filled. Lucas is good but having to play in that position has inevitably brought out comparisons between him and Alonso. Alonso himself only shone after the Gareth Barry fiasco, which I blame Benitez for. Rafa could have handled the situation more subtly.

3)Rafael Benitez is not that creative. At the begining of this season, Sir Alex Ferguson predicted that Liverpool will not be a threat because "we already know how Liverpool play." Rafa in response said something like, this is football, there are only so many ways to play football....

4) Bad management. Hicks and Gillette should take the blame, too, although there is no direct connection between what happens in the boardroom and on the field. But, it adds to the feeling of security and subsequently, in confidence to the players. It helps to know the owner actually knows how football are played. That's why it's called football! You not supposed to use your hands (I don't know what we should call the game they play in the US where you are supposed to carry the ball to the touch line in order to score...duh!).


5) Bad fengshui. Liverpool's collection of silverware increased only marginally after they change the shirt sponsor to Carlsberg. Well, not so bad actually, one Champions League, one Uefa Cup, two FA Cups and three League Cups.... but, no Premiear League Title. In fact, of the so called big four, only Liverpool haven't won it. Even Blackburn Rovers won it once (94-95 season).

The solution:

1) Steven Gerrard needs a rest... maybe that's what he's been trying to do when he showed a "V" at Wigan to the refree and then ran the length of the pitch to elbow Michael Brown in the head during the Portsmouth game.

2) Give Aquilani more play time. He maybe lightweight, but he's shown enough to tell us that he's got the skills... just needs more time in the EPL environment. Besides we paid a lot of money for him... use him for heaven sake!

3) Rafael Benitez (actually, I like him) will have to go. Get the Special One.... Mourinho never won the Champions League with Chelsea, but he knows how to win the EPL. But, maybe he has learned enough during his stint with Inter.

4) Hicks and Gillette will have to go, too. Get some people who really knows and understand the significance of "Real Football" to the world to manage the club. The people who can actually appreciate the more than a century old traditions that's connected to clubs like Liverpool. People like the fans.... and maybe a couple of Arabs with spare change.

5) At least, something is done about the shirt sponsor. I truly believe that Standard Chartered will bring properous change to Anfield and also to Stanley Park where the new stadium will be built... Who knows, we may be calling it the StanChart Stadium.

OK. The season's over for me. I hope LFC can somehow, get to the fourth place, although, I am skeptical. Even, if we had won the game at Old Trafford, it is meaningless if we can't win against the likes of Wigan or Wolves or Stoke.... at home or away. It's a season of shame for me... Portsmouth, a club in a myriad of trouble, only won 6 times this season, and Liverpool was one of the those who lost at Fratton Park.... That's shameful for a Club of Liverpool's stature...

This season can't end fast enough......

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A Marriage

I’ve always shunned the company of humans
Yet, there’s a basic need for procreation
So I looked and believe I’ve found a woman
Just perfect to bear my next generation

A decade have passed and seven years
From us have sprung a brood of four
Many a happy times and many a tears
At times I think we should’ve had more

Then, there were times when my eyes wander
Lusting after distractions, in one form or another
To temptations of the flesh I wish to surrender
To turn a deaf ear to my conscience’s whispers

But, to hurt these people, I don’t fancy
I can never hurt my children and wife
Thus, my amoral deeds remain a fantasy
Maybe I can indulge on it in my after life

I love my family don’t get me wrong
O, how they’ve grown, my little ones
And, I pray this marriage will last my life long
But, I swear I’ll not attempt marriage more than once...

Kartika and the Prince

Once upon a time, in a land where there was a law but not much enforcement, there lived a witch who thinks she was beautiful. She is not, of course, but some people took some pictures of her once, so she calls herself a part time model.

One day, after doing some modelling, she and her friends went for a beer. But in this land witches are not supposed to drink beer. She has been doing it for so many times and for so long, that she never thought that one day she'll get caught.

Well she did and the judge sentenced her to pay a fine and to be turned into a toad. She paid the fine and told the people of the land, she doesn't mind being a toad.

However, the government of the land, although, have sentenced witches to become toads before, have never carried out such punishments. But, after being pressured by the people, they turned three witches into toads. All of these ex-witches were handed down the sentence a long-long time ago.

Then, suddenly, for no particular reason at all, the prince of the land had asked for the witch's audience. They met, and told the people that his father has the power to pardon the witch even if the witch wanted to become a toad. Still, why the prince wanted to meet the witch remains a great mystery.

The other witches never got to see the Prince, and was turned into toads, without a chance to beg for mercy from the Prince's father.

The courts have decided, and the witch had specifically (and repeatedly) said that she wanted to be turned into a toad... What else are we waiting for? For a man brave enough to follow the letter of the law.... But, then again, this is the land of low enforcement and high corruption.

And we live happily (since ignorance is bliss) ever after....


Sunday, March 7, 2010

My Goals - A siloliquy on a Sunday morn

Am I getting closer to my goals..... Not!
There's the rub,
for being gainly employed,
what goals do you hope to achieve?
How wonderful it is, I imagine to have a goal in life
And finding yourself coming closer
to achieving it as each day goes by.
How good it must feel that you wake up in the morning
and you cross yesterday as another rung you have climbed
on your way up the ladder,
bringing you closer to that which you yearn.
What is my goal in life? I know not.
To be wealthy, perhaps... but, that is not a goal.
That is just a dream.
And, like dreams, it dissipates the moment you awake
and join the other goalless men on the highway of life.
Dashing through another day of busying oneself,
more often than not to please others,
your boss, your investors, you financiers..... least of all yourself.
The pleasing of others, a habit so ingrained in me,
that I have become nothing more than a mongrel,
that longs only for a compliment or a pat on the back,
an acknowledgement of my efforts.
A reward bestowed because I have pleased someone.....
Woe is me.
Is there a chance for me? Is it too late in life
for to establish a goal?
And having done so, proceed to achieve it
in whatever remains of my life?
O, how oft at the point of death, do we only seek that we have missed
But, .... I declare now that I have one.
And that is I will finish my first novel
before this year's end....
Easily achieved maybe, no challenge you might say...
but I'll just stick with this one simple task,
At my age, I want not to invite too much pressure upon myself
For, I may not survive the heartache and thousand natural shocks
This weary flesh is heir to.
I've had too much pleasure....
And I will begin...
tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.....

Ah... A malay, a malay...wherefore art thou a Malay....