AND I HAVE LEARNT MY LESSON...

THE FOOTBALL GODS HAVE PUNISHED ME.

why?

1. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to watch my team valencia play chelsea in the mestalla.

result: valencia loses 2-1 at home.

2. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to think about my other team milan play against celtic.

result: milan loses 2-1 away at celtic.

3. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to talk with a good friend about his team liverpool playing against marseille.

result: liverpool loses 1-0 at home.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
STUDY FOR PSYCHOLOGY AND STOP THINKING ABOUT FOOTBALL.

it started out so well. the valencia match.

silva was close to scoring in the first minute.

hell, valencia was close to scoring in the last few minutes as well.

but it was not enough.

and i wonder if the first chelsea goal was a goal from joe cole's fortunate legs or a goal from moretti's unfortunate legs. it looked like a moretti own goal to me, which im not very surprised about, because moretti has an exceptional talent of having his legs at the wrong places at the wrong times. if it was him, i guess i dont blame him, because it was an impossible situation.

of course, it would have helped if hildebrand, for both chelsea goals, had a better judgment and not rushed out the way he did. but i guess i dont blame hildebrand either, because i actually quite like him and i am biased that way.

and may i take a moment to declare how biased i felt the commentators were? chelsea this, chelsea that. it was like valencia were a team of ghosts and ghouls and phantoms, because the commentators kept talking about CHELSEA.

all john terry had to do was waltz by the tv cameras and the commentators were in awe. i know the face mask thing is pretty noble and all, but im just not the greatest fan of terry ever since he tried to castrate fernando torres during a spain-england match in 2004.

ahhh. will talk more later. charlie chaplin in sociology class now. farewells.

signed,

sincerely, me

pearlyn silva