You didn’t think I’d forget you, did you?
I received a short handwritten thank you note from my best friend a couple of months back after her wedding, which really touched me, I almost drowned in my own tears. Zero cool factor, I know.
Maybe it was just an emotional trickle from going through such a big event in one’s life – but relative to the evolution of communication through social media and pretty much fast paced everything these days, no Instagram ‘like’, Whatsapp heart emoticon, or Twitter’s 140 characters can rival the good ol’ pen and paper.
It’s tangible, it actually takes time and effort – maybe only 1/100 of us carries a pen and paper on the go these days right? – and most of all, it’s personal.
A little known story, I used to have penpals from all over the world thanks to the Liverpool official magazine. The magazine used to have a page similar to a classifieds section where people would exchange contacts and mail each other letters.
I wrote in with my profile once, next month boom I was featured and connected with other little Kop fans around the globe. A time before Facebook, this was how kids growing up in the 90’s made friends. We used to even send little presents like bookmarks, charm bracelets or stickers. Totally missing those days!
But like all things we move on, so thekopsalad is my pen and paper to you. Here’s to 2015!
Could this be Liverpool’s season? Could it? Could it????!
I’m still all smiles today from yesterday’s win over United, as if I headed that goal in myself *thanks*
That’s the thing about football. One man’s goal is a whole army’s pride! I totally made that one up but you know what I mean.
3 games. 3 goals. 3 clean sheets. 3 wins. It’s a dream start, and dare I say luck has nothing to do with it *yes I’m talking to you sour Devils*.
Brendan Rodgers is making stellar progress with the team, especially the back (just got news that Sakho, Ilori are on board with Moses to follow).
LFC’s defense is looking more and more impenetrable but let’s be honest, our attack still needs work. Getting goals early in the first half for the past 3 matches are fantastic, but after the break they’re not as consistent and lose their flair.
Except for the man standing in between the post. Now he’s THE reason Liverpool have yet to concede.
I didn’t quite understand why BR spent a cool 9 mill on Mignolet and loaned Reina to Napoli. I mean, I knew he’s good, but isn’t Reina just as? Little did I know.
Mignolet has proved from the get go; against Stoke just how valuable he is. That penalty save on the 88th minute. I almost died.
Even on PL’s Fantasy Football, he’s the highest scoring player for now. If only I’d captained him instead of Hazard!
But let’s not downplay the rest of the team. Sturridge is having a moment with the goal. Enrique + Johnson both aggressive at the sides. Coutinho has yet to find the net, but major talent there just waiting to burst out. Lastly, the always reliable Captain G, great passes, interceptions, and above all the experienced leader the team can count on.
It’s still early days, but the current mood stands at: let’s embrace being on top!!!!
…and hope it carries through the remaining 35 games where I’ll be sitting, watching, praying with nerves, anxiety and all that.
During the 2 week hiatus in the PL, I’m gonna play catch up with history.
Planing to watch a rerun of the 1974 FA Cup final match on DVD courtesy of a colleague who grew up in the southern regions of London. It was the first match he ever watched, and has been a fan of the Merseyside ever since. Includes interview clips of Shankly too (who turns 100 today).
There’s nothing quite like sports to keep the conversation going! #ynwa
So it seems that I’m only motivated to post after a win. Given the name of the blog, it becomes a justifiable cause (excuse). I’m sure you’re with me on this – who wants to remember the bad moments in life raise your hand?
Some may argue that we are each the sum of our experiences. Unfortunately wisdom of this sort can only be appreciated in hindsight.
Nonetheless, it’s 3 points earned and we’ll take whatever we can get these days. And hey, should Chelsea challenge off City and make it to the FA Cup finals, we may even get a spot in Europa.
Will that be enough to hinder a summer exit from Suarez?
He’s a fighter. But with money and glory on the line, even the sweetest Kitty (that would be a Hello Kitty cookie) will break.
I was at Puteri Harbor last week as part of the travelogue series with AirAsia, and I must say for Malaysian standards, it’s very impressive!
Most of the site is still under construction but the main attractions like Hello Kitty Land, Lat’s Place and Legoland are already creating waves. Very toddler-teenage centric but I would recommend just about anyone to go check out the development and bring out the kid in you. I mean, we weren’t as lucky to have these things to entertain us while growing up, so better late than never. Then there’s Johor Premium Outlet to satisfy those shopaholic tendencies.
Will post more from my visits around Malaysia once I get all the photos from the production team.
Okay, so to you it must have seemed that I’ve packed up my Mac and completely disappeared from the big wide blogosphere; never to type and share another rant or glory of my daily doings ever again. Well you’re wrong my critics!
I have been MIA in writing, yes. Did procrastination play a role? Guilty 😦
But that’s just a little, I promise.
Aside from my day job and Thursdays on Football Overload, I’ve started working on a new travel web series which will be released in a few months. I’ve just been bursting inside to talk about this travelogue, but decided it’d be best not to reveal too much before we were at least halfway through production.
I haven’t really had time to digest the events that have taken place the past few weeks, let alone to share it here on kopsalad, although, trust me, it’s always at the back of my mind. If you know of some magic spell or just you know, a smart phone app or something to remind me tomorrow is not a suitable day for doing things that need to be done today, pleeeeease share.
On the subject of sharing, I’d just like to share one of my favourite photos at the moment.
I was totally overboard with my “OMGs” when I saw it. Lana Del Rey was at Anfield! With Stevie G! As if her music alone wasn’t enough for me to love her.
Although not as much as I loved that match winning penalty by the captain himself.
Gong Xi Gong Xi everyone!
I’m almost a week late, though technically, on time considering the Chinese new year is celebrated over 15 days 🙂
It’s pretty cool that we just celebrated the western calendar new year over a month ago, and now we welcome the year of the Snake.
I read somewhere that as an Ox, this year holds lots of promise for the most hard working sign in the zodiac and there’s absolutely no stopping them. In fact, they are so competitive that they’ll even compete with themselves. Having down well once is never enough – they won’t stop until they’ve accomplished everything they can and have beat their previous records.
Perfect! I wouldn’t have described myself better.
Work aside, I hope everyone’s had their tummies filled with great food and lou sangs while making a buck or two over chong dai dee or black jack. I sure did!
Wishes of prosperity, health, wealth and many many wins for Liverpool.
Sturridge is back after that thigh scare, so let’s embody the serpent and outsmart our predators/prey even if we haven’t been doing that too well lately.
Taylor Swift is totally having a hold on me these days. I don’t want to come off as a music snob that “puhhs” and “pahhs” at Top 40 stuff they play over and over again like Groundhog Day on drugs, but 90 percent of it is white noise to me. Not a racist joke, just you know that flat power sound that comes from your TV sometimes. Much like the thrash talk I got from United fans this week. Meaningless hubbub.
Gloat you devils! Gloat while you still can. Just as LFC’s glory days back in the 80’s have passed, yours will too. What can I say? I fall into the pits of sour grapes every now and then.
I’m not going to write another passage of Liverpool’s eventual ascension into Championship Utopia. No. Because like love, they say once you stop searching for it, it’ll find you. And all’s fair in love… and war (someone should have told Suarez that it’s not cheating unless you get caught). So to war we went.
Like the real gentle ladies that we are, we settled it the best way we knew how.
By letting the balls do the talking (no balls were harmed in the filming of this ‘episode’)
But then we came across WAG gossip online, and all was forgotten.
Never under estimate the power of gossip and its ability to bring women together.
Michelle Michael pulled a Jonathan Walters. Guess who won this battle?
How’s your new year been so far? Broke any resolutions yet? Mine are still in check, as far as not eating fast food goes. McDonalds and KFC ain’t got nothing on me!
While most might find January the equivalent of a Monday, I was pretty psyched to get back to work and start ticking off my list of 2013 goals. The blessing is in the seed they say, so kick off your year with a good beginning and the rest will follow suit.
That seed for Liverpool’s new year? Possibly Sturridge’s debut goal against Mansfield.
Danny boy could hold the key to what they’ve been lacking all season. His challenge is to make a substantial mark at Anfield, something he failed to do at previous clubs. Plus I read that Borini will be back to training this week, so that opens up our attacking options when we visit Old Trafford this weekend (oh, the nerves!!). Can’t wait!
Speaking of this weekend (13th Jan – go flood him with birthday wishes), someone from the Football Overload couch is turning a year wiser (we hope).
In true FO fashion, we made AC stand on a chair while in the middle of a very crowded restaurant and sang the birthday song. One can never be too old be bestowed with this honour.
The Supersport family who tirelessly bring you football in all its glorious forms week in and out.
Have a great week everyone!
It’s that time of year again, Christmas is just around the corner making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Now, we may not have snow or a big tree like the one at Rockerfeller Center but we do have beautifully decorated malls (Pavilion wins hands down this year) and a Home Alone DVD to dwell in the festivities.
I did my Christmas shopping today, which is possibly my favourite part of the season. Or any season really, not that I need an excuse to shop but it’s more fun shopping gifts for others and relishing in glee at their reaction (hopefully a positive one) when they unwrap it.
Which got me to thinking about the perfect gift(s) for the Kop at heart that I assume are absolutely fail-proof.
Nothing says you’re a truer fan than this. Plus you get a member’s pack which comes with a cute scarf that you can wrap around the lips of your loud, proud, swollen headed United
More than just an official coffee table book, it gives insight on the personal lives of legends who’ve played for ‘pool the past 50 years. A great addition to any Reds’ collection.
Take it to another level, and get 1 of the legends featured to sign off, like this one I received on my birthday 🙂
Aside from those 2, most importantly what every Kop living in the 21st century needs is…
…a Survival Kit!
The hardest thing for a fan is to watch your team lose. Constantly. Especially, at home ground.
Brendan Rodger’s crest fallen expression. Gerrard shaking his head. Suarez arguing with the refs for not penalizing a defender’s blatant foul. The team walking back to the tunnel with their heads down. Devastating stuff.
But as fans, you suck it up, continue giving moral support and hope for the best. We’ll get our pot of gold eventually.
In the mean time, give a Kop a fun and resourceful kit to cheer them up. Let your creative juices flow with this one.
1. Kleenex: to dry your tears
2. Panadol: to numb that painful feeling in your gut
3. ear plugs: to block out the never ending wisecracks. If I had a penny for every history channel joke I hear…
4. a tub of Baskin-Robbins’ Pralines & Cream: because from young we were taught that ice cream makes everything better. Warning: may cause weight gain
5. rubber band: to keep you bouncing back
6. and lastly, this video: to remind you, that you’ll never walk alone
Have a holly jolly Christmas this year everyone! 🙂
…we all cheer and chant TGIF!
I don’t know about you, but what I look forward to most when the weekend comes around is the chance to catch up with my family, friends and of course football (Check, check and check).
Last weekend though was not your typical average ordinary weekend because Malaysia beat Indonesia for a spot in the AFF Suzuki Cup semi-finals! (also, the one and only J Lo graced our shores with an amazingly, superb, fantastic performance that I’m still gushing about to everyone 2 days later – which deserves a post of it’s own that I’ll update soon).
I had the pleasure of being at Bukit Jalil to support our boys along with a crowd of about 70k others. 70k! Can you imagine? The stadium was filled to the brim, save for 2 columns which were evacuated, and lined with police, as a buffer and safety measure between Harimau Malaya and Indo fans.
We were so happy jumping all over the place after Azamuddin Akil’s first goal, but when Mahali Jasuli doubled the lead 3 minutes later we went craaazy. It was as though we’d won the whole tournament already!
Thoroughly well deserved, despite a shaky start but they defended well throughout the second half to finish off with a clean sheet.
Best of luck to the team for their next match against Thailand. Let’s defend the title!
Met the ever pretty national bowler, Zandra Aziela (who was also a guest on Football Overload last season) at the match.
A little inside story on a minor jersey dilemma I had before the match.
I had planned to wear the latest edition, courtesy of the kind peeps at Nike, similar to the one Zandra had on initially.
But it didn’t occur to me that I’d sent the jersey to the laundry which was ready for pick up over a week ago and because I had to babysit my nieces that afternoon, when it was time to get ready to leave for the stadium it was too late to get it.
Can you spell avid procrastinator? I even downloaded an app called ‘Do It Tomorrow’ from Play Store. Unfortunately the app doesn’t actually do your chores for you.
In hindsight though, it was a great move since the team played in their away jerseys too. Reem 1 – 0 Universe.
It was a great weekend for football (sorry goons and blues – we’ve all been there) as Liverpool also clinched a winner over Southampton! Do you realize how they always win when the match is on a Saturday? Coincidence no? Yes? Yes. Let’s wait until the end of the season before we persuade the F.A to move all our matches over.
Let me take you back to the exact moment I discovered my heart belonged to Anfield…
It was when I visited Anfield.
It was like how Newton discovered gravity, when he sat under a tree and an apple fell. It’s really quite unremarkable. But its effect and consequence are profound.
As profound as it gets in football anyway – a vow to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part (which in today’s climate refers to: until you get relegated to the championship).
That was back in 1996. I went along with my parents to visit my uncle and cousins who lived in Loughborough and because mum was a die hard Liverpool fan (I must reiterate though, that I’m not a fan by default) we went on a road trip to Anfield, Goodison Park and surprise, surprise, Old Trafford too.
We didn’t catch any matches though, just checked the grounds snapped some photos and shopped for souvenirs. At that time the Shankly statue wasn’t even erected yet. There was an air of unparalleled heritage, glory and nostalgia. A feeling you can’t really explain or comprehend without experience.
By then I’d already had an inkling towards this great British pastime, introduced by mum having friends over on weekends for good food and well, the opportunity to shout at the TV. So this fascination was not entirely foreign, but standing at the legendary grounds, I fully understood.
(I’m still trying to locate a photograph from this trip to insert in this space).
When I got back to KL, I got a copy of the official LFC magazine, saved up 10 pounds (about RM40 at that time), got my mum to prepare a bank draft and sent in my application for an annual club membership. I also decided Robbie Fowler was my favourite player. His statistics speak for itself, but I held on to the fact that if I suffered from mild dyslexia, he’d be a flower. Michael Owen hadn’t debuted at that point.
The rest as they say, is history.
Fast forward to 2012:
It was just another Thursday for them.
For me, a childhood dream manifested (and trying hard not to stumble on pronouncing Henchoz or saying flower out loud)