Was talking to Wingyee on MSN and reading her blog and her entry inspired me to make this entry.

1) Gary Neville, Jersey No.2, Defender, England, Manchester United, Spoilt Brat, Sore Loser.

Well... yes. I have a love-hate relationship with this guy. For one, I am a Man-Utd Fan (Since 1995) (sounds like some trademark huh, like OP, since 1972. Ok. Whatever. Before I am accused of being lame again.) I love you, for being a Man U Player. For two, I used to think that Gary is the more skilful of the Neville Brothers, but then when passion overwhelms him, i just feel like kicking his ass, or maybe knock his nose so that I can help straighten it. Gary, look at yourself






You need surgery.










I didn't mean you perform surgery.. I meant you need surgery.

And.... Why are you, the defender running up all the way to the other side of the field and feeding and crossing? Can you stick to sliding? You used to do that pretty well, but what happened to you? Look at yourself again.




Bad tackle... your legs are practically jabbing at forsell... even if you don't like how forsell looks, don't do this to him...

But hey, nothing can be worst than this.

I'm sure you remember this game.

Saturday April 24 2004. Liverpool vs Man Utd.




You conceded a penalty the nth time in your career... argh. Don't you watch replays of the matches and realise that it was YOU, who let the ball roll and slip to your opposition and have you counted how many times you made a wrong pass and Man U conceded a goal? Don't forget the times you made a bad tackle and a penalty was awarded? Don't count. I don't need to know the answer. Cuz I don't want you to feel that ashamed of yourself. You weren't that bad.

You weren't that bad you know, remember those times? Before you began throwing your spoilt brat and baby tantrums. And it's not me who started calling you spoilt brat. Some other fantastic football commentator did. Stop chasing after the referee. He's got enough of you.

If this were a CM game, I would have thrown you out of my squad on free transfer.

Sir Alex, get out of 1990s and quit chewing gum. Chewing gum is not going to win you your silverware. It will rot your teeth instead.

And given that you already disappoint me enough, it doesn't hurt to have one more reason why I should hate you. You were Beckham's Best Man in his wedding.