So what did I say? We did win last night - by a penalty scored by none other than Shrek - actually, I dare not imagine what would have happened if he missed it. We would have still qualified but I don't think the fans would have forgiven him. Anyhow, the match ended up 1-0 - and I thought that we were quite lucky to run away with a not very deserving win. But then again, I think it made up for the foul on Berbaflop in the penalty box at the start of the match, where a penalty was not awarded. In all, a mediocre performance that we managed to scrap a win out of. Not complaining but a tad worried about the future =S
Other than me feeling down (yes, I've not cheered up yet), I'm getting so nervous about the El Clasico that it is literally killing me. I am so scared and I don't even know why. I've already written lengthily about my worries so I won't delve into the details. I just can't help it. Maybe because a defeat at the hands of Barca will kill my hopes for the La Liga title AND UCL simultaneously. I don't want this dream to end now - it'll result in such a bad effect on our confidence that it will either shatter us completely OR make us bounce back even more strongly. Mostly, I fear Barca because they are so good that it is almost impossible to match them one-for-one. The situation is so familiar as it's the Germany vs Spain WC semifinal scenario running in my head all over again - and it is so painful when I think about it. I still hope we'll win and that we can finally show the world that we are a great team - honestly, I've never been so affected by a match before. OK, enough whining from me for now. I will surely write posts like these in the next couple of days, so please bear with me!
*Listening to Awake and Alive by Skillet*
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