H8FC Training 21 May 2011

Today Doomsday? Tomorrow at 12pm if the world is still fine, let this be a lesson to all of you - you have the RIGHT to choose what you believe in!

Today 11 players played:

Alex
David
Crazy
Syahrein
Wee Zheng
Tang Yao
Shyong Ming
Cher Siang
Keith
Ah San
How Meng

Alex is a bit rusty from camp. There was once he tried to get the ball from me but his momentum caused him to fall. I did not do that to him. He is still showing his playmaking skills.

David and his boom-boom shots as per normal.

Crazy is an all-round player. He MUST go for trials at JC or Poly.

Wee Zheng got too many misplaced passes. But he can score at least.

Tang Yao is showing signs of maturity. I think that's good.

Shyong Ming is most suitable as a winger. Don't know why he likes to play defence.

Keith is a very useful player. I was a bit like him last time before my father ruined my life. Keith is the replacement at right-back for the now gangster Nazri.

Ah San was more interested playing with little children than play with us.

We haven't got a match since How Meng arrived. Interesting to see how he fares against opposition.

Let me tell you all this old trick on how to put people down. Everyone got his own strengths and weaknesses. To put people down, all you got to do is ignore any strengths the person has and magnify the person's weaknesses. Say it to the person's face. Whatever his reply, shoot the person down by telling the person's weaknesses one by one. Good luck if both of you get into a fight and end up in Boys' Home.

Cher Siang has been putting me down since the middle of last year. A few months ago I thought he can't stand me because I'm lousy at football. Today, when I scored two beautiful goals, I realized this short, fat boy really hate me to the core. Notice whenever I get the ball on the left-wing, he would go all-out and deliver really nasty tackles on me. He didn't do this to Alex or David or the rest but ONLY me.

I've been tolerating his nonsense for a long time. He's using that old trick on me. He tells everyone in Chinese that I'm lousy bla, bla, bla. He pretends not to see the nice goals I scored, the assists I made or even the money I gave him or the drinks I belanja him. Today I had enough of all his bad wording me in Chinese and the rough tackles he did to ONLY me. So I scolded him back and he scolded me back. If I really have mental illness, I would kill him wouldn't I? I am never siao. It's my father who send me there to ask doctors for medicine to turn me into what he wants me to be.

I should've kept my cool today. Cher Siang may be a little better than me in football but I'm better-looking, I am qualified for Polytechnic and I've met Iain Macintosh in person. His hatred and jealousy for me is just too much. I'm going to IGNORE him from now until forever. Next Saturday, he can fucking cripple me for all I care if I play against him. He can call all his roody-poo gangster friends to kill me. I don't fucking care. I will pass him the ball if we are in same team. But that's it. When I ignore people, I don't say a single word to that person at all for life.

Wait for the next time my name appears on The New Paper again.