Hey folks, you know what time it is, it’s SATURDAAAYY!!! So this week was awesome, well depending on which side you belong, Red, Blue? Don’t know about you but it certainly was for me, the best in a couple of months actually. I got home Friday night after a long run of lectures. It’s amazing how he University of Ghana managed to make my already unbearable Fridays more unbearable. I think they deserve a presidential award for that. In fact, the University deserves an award for a lot of things; the most non-responsive and non-caring institution, with regards to student-authority relations, one of the most viable money-making institutions in Ghana…etc. but hey, am not here to talk politics. You know what it is; you know how we does… (That’s me being gangster). Anyway, so I was talking about Monday last week. Poor old Monday. Why hath thou taketh such bashing and scorn and rightfully so if you ask me. Again regardless of what activity you might have engaged in all weekend, we all do hate the sight of Monday. Why draw curtains on those activities that we so love to indulge in but by some bizarre arrangement are allowed of them only 48 hours. I have often wondered why we love football so much. What is it about football that gets us all worked up? Football has the ability to elicit a wide and complex range of feelings, attitudes and responses. Psychologists can only dream any of the phenomenons they study have similar qualities. Actually, I am surprised they haven’t conducted most studies on individuals watching. I guarantee the findings would be astonishing. In a single game of football, one can go from ecstasy to despair to disillusion and then all the way back to just pure madness, all in matter of seconds. The emotional rollercoaster possible within 90 minutes is as unbelievable and fascinating as the emotions themselves. 90 minutes is certainly too short a time for one to go through all that. Usually it takes a lifetime to experience the full array emotions that football engenders. If you are lucky, you get an extra 30 minutes plus the very cruel and much dreaded penalty shoot-out especially in a game of high stakes. Make no mistake, I love my extras. It’s like extra cheese on the pizza, an extra ball of kenkey, an extra round… It is for this reason that we often say football is not for the faint hearted, but we love it all the same. Maybe we‘re just crazy. I have seen “pastors” scream “gooaall” to be quickly followed by “oh no” and then “kwasia”(idiot). You tell me any other event that comes close to what I have just described. Oh the things football can do. Anyhow, enough of the whinning and gibby-jabber. Last weekend and the week that preceded it served us up with some real tasty treats of English football. First up was the must-win tie for Chelsea against United. I must say it served as a really nice entrée for the main course on Sunday. Liverpool against Manchester united was simply fantastic. Well we all know what happened by now. My Chelsea folks got one (again) over their fierce rivals from the north. But come to think of it, which is the fiercest of rivalries? (Chelsea-united, united-l’pool, arsenal-l’pool, arsenal-chelsea) ok u know where am heading. That of course would be a subject for later debate. Well back to Chelsea-United, two things stood out for me in that game. David Luiz and David Luiz. So he was fortunate to have stayed on the pitch after those two cynical tackles on Rooney and Chicarito. (The former, himself was fortunate to have played a part in the game, the latter, simply a proven goal scorer. What a buy he’s turning out to be.) I am not supposed to, but I felt a little sorry for united. Having played one of their best games all season they were unlucky to have lost. But they have been lucky at times this season, a season where none of the big has been at their best and boy have they ridden that luck. I guess that’s what big teams are made of. Anyhow, I was talking about David Luiz. It’s looking like he’s worth every bit of that £21 million price tag or even more and surely he’s Brazilian. It took us awhile to see the Brazilian in Ramires and Lucas of Liverpool. But this boy luiz,he sure is straight from the factory where the likes of Maicon and Juan were produced. He can only get better. An early kick-off on Sunday was all I needed to make my weekend. Epic. Anyway it means I get to be lazier than I already am. Three things were stood out the day. Suarez, Suarez again and ‘baby’ Nani. Suarez, suarez, menp3 s3 m3ti saa din no kraa. Only we have to admit people, the guy is good. He was the tormentor in chief, had a hand or should I say nimble feet in all of Kuyt’s 3 goals. It was definitely the most opportunistic of hat-tricks I’ve ever seen, if ever there was one. Great game from l’pool, though am tempted to think how big an effect the loss to Chelsea had on the Red devils. Hey am just saying. Anyway my point is, its days like Sunday that epitomizes what Time on the Couch stand for. With that victory, the title race is blown wide open with the Gunners in with a huge shout. Will they take their chance? My guts tell me certainly not. It’s very much still United’s title to lose. So on a day where Fergie was left feeling bemused, and the kop ringing out the YNWA as loud as ever, it was Nani who left us with a lasting impression leaving us all feeling blue. Indeed football does hurt. Never mind the fact that Carragher’s tackle was outrageous, deserved of a sending off, Nani’s reaction was way over the top. His teary display was certainly the comical twist we needed to spice off the day’s action. I reckon his tears had more to do with the dreaded tongue-lashing that awaited him in the dressing room than it was from the tackle. I know united fans will hang me for this but guess what? I don’t care, yea I said it! FA cup this weekend, more drama awaits certainly. I will certainly be bringing you all the latest info as and when I get them. That’s all for now guys. My fufu and m3kwan (palm nut soup) is ready and am eating it not at the dining table but in front of my tv on my mat of course!
Hey folks, you know what time it is, it’s SATURDAAAYY!!! So this week was awesome, well depending on which side you belong, Red, Blue? Don’t know about you but it certainly was for me, the best in a couple of months actually. I got home Friday night after a long run of lectures. It’s amazing how he University of Ghana managed to make my already unbearable Fridays more unbearable. I think they deserve a presidential award for that. In fact, the University deserves an award for a lot of things; the most non-responsive and non-caring institution, with regards to student-authority relations, one of the most viable money-making institutions in Ghana…etc. but hey, am not here to talk politics. You know what it is; you know how we does… (That’s me being gangster). Anyway, so I was talking about Monday last week. Poor old Monday. Why hath thou taketh such bashing and scorn and rightfully so if you ask me. Again regardless of what activity you might have engaged in all weekend, we all do hate the sight of Monday. Why draw curtains on those activities that we so love to indulge in but by some bizarre arrangement are allowed of them only 48 hours. I have often wondered why we love football so much. What is it about football that gets us all worked up? Football has the ability to elicit a wide and complex range of feelings, attitudes and responses. Psychologists can only dream any of the phenomenons they study have similar qualities. Actually, I am surprised they haven’t conducted most studies on individuals watching. I guarantee the findings would be astonishing. In a single game of football, one can go from ecstasy to despair to disillusion and then all the way back to just pure madness, all in matter of seconds. The emotional rollercoaster possible within 90 minutes is as unbelievable and fascinating as the emotions themselves. 90 minutes is certainly too short a time for one to go through all that. Usually it takes a lifetime to experience the full array emotions that football engenders. If you are lucky, you get an extra 30 minutes plus the very cruel and much dreaded penalty shoot-out especially in a game of high stakes. Make no mistake, I love my extras. It’s like extra cheese on the pizza, an extra ball of kenkey, an extra round… It is for this reason that we often say football is not for the faint hearted, but we love it all the same. Maybe we‘re just crazy. I have seen “pastors” scream “gooaall” to be quickly followed by “oh no” and then “kwasia”(idiot). You tell me any other event that comes close to what I have just described. Oh the things football can do. Anyhow, enough of the whinning and gibby-jabber. Last weekend and the week that preceded it served us up with some real tasty treats of English football. First up was the must-win tie for Chelsea against United. I must say it served as a really nice entrée for the main course on Sunday. Liverpool against Manchester united was simply fantastic. Well we all know what happened by now. My Chelsea folks got one (again) over their fierce rivals from the north. But come to think of it, which is the fiercest of rivalries? (Chelsea-united, united-l’pool, arsenal-l’pool, arsenal-chelsea) ok u know where am heading. That of course would be a subject for later debate. Well back to Chelsea-United, two things stood out for me in that game. David Luiz and David Luiz. So he was fortunate to have stayed on the pitch after those two cynical tackles on Rooney and Chicarito. (The former, himself was fortunate to have played a part in the game, the latter, simply a proven goal scorer. What a buy he’s turning out to be.) I am not supposed to, but I felt a little sorry for united. Having played one of their best games all season they were unlucky to have lost. But they have been lucky at times this season, a season where none of the big has been at their best and boy have they ridden that luck. I guess that’s what big teams are made of. Anyhow, I was talking about David Luiz. It’s looking like he’s worth every bit of that £21 million price tag or even more and surely he’s Brazilian. It took us awhile to see the Brazilian in Ramires and Lucas of Liverpool. But this boy luiz,he sure is straight from the factory where the likes of Maicon and Juan were produced. He can only get better. An early kick-off on Sunday was all I needed to make my weekend. Epic. Anyway it means I get to be lazier than I already am. Three things were stood out the day. Suarez, Suarez again and ‘baby’ Nani. Suarez, suarez, menp3 s3 m3ti saa din no kraa. Only we have to admit people, the guy is good. He was the tormentor in chief, had a hand or should I say nimble feet in all of Kuyt’s 3 goals. It was definitely the most opportunistic of hat-tricks I’ve ever seen, if ever there was one. Great game from l’pool, though am tempted to think how big an effect the loss to Chelsea had on the Red devils. Hey am just saying. Anyway my point is, its days like Sunday that epitomizes what Time on the Couch stand for. With that victory, the title race is blown wide open with the Gunners in with a huge shout. Will they take their chance? My guts tell me certainly not. It’s very much still United’s title to lose. So on a day where Fergie was left feeling bemused, and the kop ringing out the YNWA as loud as ever, it was Nani who left us with a lasting impression leaving us all feeling blue. Indeed football does hurt. Never mind the fact that Carragher’s tackle was outrageous, deserved of a sending off, Nani’s reaction was way over the top. His teary display was certainly the comical twist we needed to spice off the day’s action. I reckon his tears had more to do with the dreaded tongue-lashing that awaited him in the dressing room than it was from the tackle. I know united fans will hang me for this but guess what? I don’t care, yea I said it! FA cup this weekend, more drama awaits certainly. I will certainly be bringing you all the latest info as and when I get them. That’s all for now guys. My fufu and m3kwan (palm nut soup) is ready and am eating it not at the dining table but in front of my tv on my mat of course!
