You've heard the news and know the scoreline, it's Chelsea 1, Malaysia XI 0. But I have these reasons why I thought we were the real victors:
i) Our defence stood up to their much bigger opponents and was where they were supposed to be and at the right time;
ii) Our goalkeeper made some saves that even we didn't anticipate him to;
iii) Our onslaughts were no child play and really got Chelsea's keeper and defenders worried;
iv) Our determination was the stubborn type although one or two assaults were totally uncalled for;
v) Our passes were both accurate and not sharp in some instances but I had seen worse;
vi) Our sub goalkeeper had no way of avoiding the ball that hit him in the back and then trickled crossed the line. Wait a minute; it did not cross the line. It was the linesman who was nervous;
vii) In the final 10 minutes or so, our attack showed gusto, genuine effort and that fighting spirit in trying to equalize the dubious goal; and
viii) Our boys displayed the kind of skills that convince me they can actually play. For me, being better at the game is only the way to go for them.
What mattered to me most than this ugly episode and Malaysia 'winning' was that my elder son thoroughly enjoyed the outing. And enjoy he did.
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