The FA Community Shield

Sniffffffff.... can you smell it? The smell of a newly-cut grass, of sweat, of determination, of joyful wins, of desperate losses? It's football season coming. English Premier League was one and (almost) only world's football league that i closely watched. Due largely to my involvement as one of the (successfull) manager at Barclay's EPL Fantasy League game over the internet, even that i'm not an avid fan of a game, i knew a good game, and love it as it is. And therefore, merely five weeks since the conclusion of the Greatest Football Tournament on Earth which won by a bunch of sissy football players i ever known that goes under the pseudo-name, Azzuri. Yeah, right, i felt something is missing on my weekend, and only last night when Liverpool vs Chelsea at the FA Community Shield was aired live on TV, that i knew what i missed all that time, football.

Rather different from most friends of mine, i'm not into fanatisms or club-cults or such. So, if there was a friend of mine who despises Manchester United, or if there was another who'll never walks alone with Liverpool, i was regarding all of the EPL clubs at the (almost) same contentment level. So come last Sunday, at Community Shield, when Liverpool met Chelsea which undoubtedly sets-off sparks between two club fanatics, i bought a Chitato, Fruit Tea, some Roma Malkist Crackers, and watch the game, and hopefully no sissy negative football shown. Because later today, based on that game and some latest news on EPL transfers, i would decide my first 15 players who would be my ammos in facing the challenge at Barclay's EPL Fantasy League. And it would be a difficult decisions, as always.

Anyway, congratulation to Liverpool who had won a Community Shield. It was a good game. And as an afterthougt, it was rather pleasant for me to see the anguish on Jose Mourinho's face as his mega-star packed eleven squad was beaten.