The tale of two Spaniards

One destroyed my heart and the other gave me hope and showed me that life is just a cycle of ups and down and that bad times will come and then good times will also come at the same night. At 11pm 1 Feb2009 Malaysian time, a Spaniard, Rafael Nadal won his battle with my favourite player, Swiss Roger Federer. I felt so sad and when I knew that he cried I felt even sadder. I was beginning to feel that sometimes you can't just achieve everything and all you can actually do is just be strong and work hard. So I was gonna sleep with dissapointment in my mind but then I thought, why don't I just watch the Liverpool Vs Chelsea match since I can't sleep.

I went to the mamak stall and 30 minutes of the game had passed. Liverpool was dominating and I was full with positive feelings and then when it's 75 minutes and Liverpool still can't score with Lampard being out, I started to think that maybe it's true that even if you work hard, sometimes you just can't win because God do not destine you to. But something happened at the 89th minute, a cross from someone and the commentator yelled, 'Torrrrresssss.......' and another Spaniard, Torres scored and I feel good again.

In the end, I guess, you must never ever lose hope. Hope is a good thing and without it, human will feel sad and depressed and not do anything about it. So I learn that we need to keep faith and hang in there in bad times so that we will at least be there when the good times emerges. I also know that I can not hope for Nadal or Torres to be my heroes. I need to be a hero for myself to and determine my own fate. ^^

''His armband proved he was a red

Torres, Torres

'You'll never walk alone', it said

Torres, Torres

We bought the lad from sunny Spain

He gets the ball, he scores again

Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine''

YNWA!!