Uncle Ed and I, we are both sick after watching Didier Drogba land Chelski the FA Cup title with his injury time goal. Yucksss. And there's still some of that feeling left over this morning, I can't bear to read the Sunday Times. It's a horrible feeling especially after Man Utd had been the better side for most of the game. I thought after winning the League, it wouldn't matter even if we let Chelski have the FA Cup, but I was wrong. The picture of John Terry lifting the Cup at Wembley. Yucksss!!! If only Wayne Rooney's 100 metre burst had taken him past just one more player, that would have made the headlines and we would be jumping happily. But it was not to be and after I dropped Ed off at Lot 1 at 1:30am, it was a long depressing drive back home. I am feeling so lazy this morning but I have to be out of the house soon, a long day ahead with a game to referee at St Wilfreds, (in fact Guoyong had called me at 6am to urge me to go down for referee's training, I can;t remember what I said to him before I went back to sleep) and then to JB to play for Singapore Chinese and then if I have energy left down to Geylang for Katong's NFL game. All I want is to jump back into bed, soft pillow and soft music. Sigh.


Before the game we sent Jos off at the airport, I like her top. What do you think?


See you in Brisbane!