The Final Games

At the hotel, we had only a single sports channel available in the room, Fox Sports. And for the final Premiership game of the season, it showed the Liverpool-Newcastle game live. I was sure they would cross live to the Man Citeh-West Ham match should there be any important development.

United was away at Southampton, showed on another channel which we couldn't get. It wasn't a particularly important match, but it would be the last in a series of four matches with Gigssy at the helm.

We still have a chance at clinching sixth, which would still meant no Champions League football for next season.

At the rate I was going, I would possibly fall asleep soon, through combination of overeating during dinner and the long journey earlier. No goals yet so far ...

Game of Two Halves

It truly was. United started sluggishly in the first five minutes, misplacing passes and getting out of position. This was not helped by the combination of Phil Jones and Tom Cleverley in the middle of the park. Some might think that it was a defensive ploy.

United then got a lucky break and before Fulham could get themselves organised, they were three down, there was barely twenty minutes on the clock.

United then put their feet off the gas pedal, with thoughts of the looming Champions League game midweek. The rhythm then became stagnant and the game just rolled on towards half time.

Along the way, United picked up some injuries and had to make three substitution at the restart. This further disrupted the flow of the game and frankly, United became completely flat and was left hanging towards the end. I really couldn't really complain if Fulham managed to score more than the solitary deflected goal they got as return.

I was not sure United would be able to pick up the gears if Fulham scored again. In the end, I thought we were lucky .......

Food and Football

After clearing the mess at the house, we went out for a date, Puan Anita and I. I fancied some wagyu beef. Off we went to Yuzu at KLCC. The last time we went there must've been a couple of months before puasa.

Really hit the spot and as usual, I overeaten. Being post-call, it didn't take much to make me doze off. By the time all the food was in my tummy, driving hone proved to be a challenge.

It's all gone ....Quick nap when I reached home, and woke up in time to catch a bit of Cardiff v Man City. Couldn't believe Cardiff pulled a fast one of Citeh!

United won't be playing until early hours of tomorrow morning. A curtain raiser at Old Trafford, when we welcome Jose Mourinho's return with his Chelsea outfit. Should be an interesting one, although the pre-match banter was a bit of a tame one ..... we need more needle!

It's A Win

Yes! A van Persie deflected free lick in Fergie time! Just what the Doctor ordered. 3-2 United away at the Emirates. Ferdinand getting his forehead opened. Some drama from the sound of things. Unfortunately the Premiership was not a big deal here at the States. There might be an Irish bar or two showing the games live, but it would be early in the morning though.

Twitter was great at updating the scores. I also had @palmdoc doing the honours for me as well as Anita SMSing the results. Wished that I could watch it live instead. But a win is a win. Even better if you could get three goals from only three shots on target!

More on the Atlanta trip here.

It was Citeh's

It was an emotional evening watching how the Premiership unfolded. When Rooney scored the goal, I didn't think of anything much, as I was certain that Citeh would nick win against QPR. This was almost made certain with the stupid sending off of Barton. And then, against the odds, Rangers managed to get themselves ahead. Twice.

There were almost half an hour more to go, and I started thinking the unthinkable. About how lucky we must have been. We here not playing vintage football, and got beaten twice by Citeh, home and away. Enough mention about the loss at Old Trafford the better. We clearly needed strengthening up, and the home draw against Everton in the end proved decisive. On the balance of things, we just did not deserve to lift the title.

Don't get me wrong. I have been a United supporter since 1981, and it had been alone in the first 10 years or so. We played splendid football, but always found ourselves short at the business end of the title race. I remembered when Alex Ferguson almost got a scam if not for an FA Cup win against Nottingham Forest. We won the FA Cup in 1990, before going on to beat Barcelona en route to winning the Cup Winner's Cup a year later. Then, the glory days kicked in in the summer of 1993. And the rest as they say, is history.

We deserve to lose the season. No doubt about it. It would only make us stronger as we continue to build the team. The biggest challenge in any team is to become champion the second time. I think we would be stronger next season. We will invest in the team. And we shall enjoy a glorious summer of football and Olympics ........