so here’s a post that i am half afraid to write because i know that some people who read this blog are
sore manchester united loser fans just so much more knowledgeable about football than i am.
it was purely by coincidence that the very day that i decided to visit the colosseum, the champions league festival was about to be launched. and so there i was as the limos bearing the UEFA cup president pulled up towards the arch of constantine.
and yes, there i was among the mob of photographers and curious passerbys as the champion’s league trophy was carried to a stand and revealed to the public. the guy in the suit walks up a red carpet, gives his speech and we all clapped. oh what a sun shiny day it was in rome that morning.
the trophy was brought up, enclosed in a clear box and ladies and gentlemen, the champions league festival has begun!
and on either side of the arch were booths. one side, barcelona. the other side, manchester united. and here’s the thing: the barcelona was so much fun. everyone greeted me out loud. everyone was laughing and taking pictures. they gave me complimentary fridge magnets and postcards. they were all happy to talk about the players and recent copa del rey and spanish league winning. mood sungguh meriah sekali.
kat the manchester united booth pulak, the mood was just less exciting. no free gifts. take your own postcards from the table. no excitement. no laughing. the people manning the booth looked like they did not want to be there. i went into the booth and took my own postcards and walked right back out. the only ‘excitement’ that i could see were a few highly intoxicated MU fans being very loud and demanding right outside the booth.
fine, i blame timing. maybe i just got there at the wrong time. maybe if i went there at the right time, the MU people would be all friendly and we’d all be welcomed with big bear hugs and they’d hand out cotton candy and we can all hold hands and sing ‘glory, glory manchester united’ together.
*snort* yea, right.
i was on a flight from frankfurt back to KL on the night of the game itself so i did not get to watch the match. instead, i was greeted at the airport by a panda eyed J. he and KL had been up all night watching
barcelona kick MU’s ass the game before coming to fetch me.
of course i knew who was going to win, i said to J as i handed him his souvenir from europe – a barcelona unicef jersey :)