Gone...lost...devasted...humiliating...heartbroken...pain...hurt...melancholy...crestfallen....tragic...wretched...depressing....

u name it i feel it, the list just goes on and on....

i still can't come to terms with it....

big ears....istanbul....the glory....the pride.....

all gone....

in 93 minutes....

crouch's misses....

carragher's header onto the post...

traore's mistake....

gerrard's lung busting efforts....

simao's goal....

the kop singing on when we were down 2-0....

its still so clear in my mind....

all of them....

i dunno why i still bother to blog...i dunno...i just feel like typing everything out. nvm that i rush all the way back from MOS to catch the match, nvm that i lost money on the game, nvm that i still have to do my IHP project tml, for a moment everything seem unimportant anymore.

i cannot believe it, i still can't believe it after slapping myself. i know the ball is round...i know somehow we will lose but not this way, not at anfield and not in such a manner to such a team. Its devasting, i can't remember a game that has such a big impact on me, the feeling is almost like finding out that your special someone doesn't loves u anymore. Its terrible, no words can describe how i feel at this moment.

i screamed like an idiot in front of the tv set at the countless misses, shouting and urging the team on like i'm in the stadium when i'm not even in england. when benfica scored the first, my heart sank but i remember the amazing comeback wins....olympiakos...milan...luton town. BUT.....i had a bad feeling about this game after looking at all the misses especially crouch's. How the fuck are we going to score 3 goals when we miss the easiest of chances?

Despite that, having a red heart means i din't gave up, even when the clock reaches 80 minutes. I still believe a miracle would happen, that we could stil score 3 goals in 10mins. But it was not to be, and when the 2nd goal went in i feel the tears coming out. Somehow i heard the kop singing.....it was so loud and clear. It really sent shivers down my spine. I sat in front of the tv and stare into emptiness. When the match officially ended i slumped onto the sofa, lying there dumbfounded and feeling so fuckking miserable all over.

Why is this happening??! This is so disappointing, this is so unfair!! I don't feel like going for my IHP project later on...i can't even lift myself up....i don't feel like buying any newspaper for afew days as well....for a moment everything became black and white. I know i'd get over somehow, sometime later. But right now everything is collasping on me it seem. I'm so lost and devasted that i wish the ground would open up this very moment and swallow me up.