Right, sorry if I seem to be ranting on (and on) about the same thing but I read the following statement on the BBC this evening:
"Adebayor has also been charged with reacting aggressively and failing to leave the field of play immediately."
So just to reiterate, he was charged for the above reasons - so what does that have to do with a red card? Why did he get that red card? Why was that appeal dismissed? The above charges are because of the receipt of the red card aren't they? Doesn't that mean that if he did not get carded he would not have
a. reacted aggressively; and
b. failed to leave the pitch immediately???
Sometimes (more often than not) I really don't get the FA.
Nevertheless, the lad has ample time to contest it (until March 14th) and has the right to a personal trial...although it would be much more appropriate for him to be concentrating on the premiership and champions league titles at the moment...but I won't go there...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Adebayor - I was right
As I mentioned in my initial response to the Arsenal v Chelsea Carling Cup Final, I do not know why Adebayor was dismissed.
As such, it has been reported today in the papers and the wonderful BBC online (one of the best sources for news ever) that the 21-year old striker has filed a claim with the FA for wrongful dismissal.
As such, it has been reported today in the papers and the wonderful BBC online (one of the best sources for news ever) that the 21-year old striker has filed a claim with the FA for wrongful dismissal.
The Togo international said in a statement to Arsenal news that he had only wanted to calm things down. This sounds about right. From the few Arsenal matches I have seen in person (yes - at Emirates) and the hundreds I have watched on telly, I can tell that he is one of the nicest players. He always gets the crowd going, and is the first to smile and shake his head.
He is an asset to the team and a 3-match ban is pretty hefty a penalty to pay - especially since I saw a certain other player tugging and punching who didn't get such a severe punishment...Lets see what happens though....
Pissy Malaysian Habits
1. Closing the lift door when you are standing right in front of it
2. Cutting in front if you from the emergency lane in traffic jams
3. Not getting out of the way of ambulances
4. Drink driving - it is NOT cool - YOU COULD KILL SOMEONE
5. Giving out projects/business to relatives and friends
6. Speaking in their own language at work/meetings
7. Not indicating before turns
8. Serving their own race first (in shops/eateries etc) - this is RACISM
9. Pretending to not know English
10. Not giving directions
11. Asking what your religion is on job applications - what does it matter???
12. Not stopping for pedestrians/cars - GIVE WAY
13. Quota systems
14. Having political parties that are segregated by race - what other country does this? Shouldn't political parties be segregated based upon differing political views?
15. Poking their nose in every one's business
16. Staring - if you don't know me - don't stare at me
17. Snatch thefts - at least fight me for it
18. Corruption - I just don't know who to trust
19. Lack of transparency/disclosure - don't you think it's time we had a Freedom of Information Act?
20. Jumping ques
Sadly I can go on for much longer...but have chosen to stop here in case i upset anyone...if I did, my apologies, but this is the TRUTH.
Wait, I have one more that I must add:
21. Only being nice to WHITE tourists/foreigners
2. Cutting in front if you from the emergency lane in traffic jams
3. Not getting out of the way of ambulances
4. Drink driving - it is NOT cool - YOU COULD KILL SOMEONE
5. Giving out projects/business to relatives and friends
6. Speaking in their own language at work/meetings
7. Not indicating before turns
8. Serving their own race first (in shops/eateries etc) - this is RACISM
9. Pretending to not know English
10. Not giving directions
11. Asking what your religion is on job applications - what does it matter???
12. Not stopping for pedestrians/cars - GIVE WAY
13. Quota systems
14. Having political parties that are segregated by race - what other country does this? Shouldn't political parties be segregated based upon differing political views?
15. Poking their nose in every one's business
16. Staring - if you don't know me - don't stare at me
17. Snatch thefts - at least fight me for it
18. Corruption - I just don't know who to trust
19. Lack of transparency/disclosure - don't you think it's time we had a Freedom of Information Act?
20. Jumping ques
Sadly I can go on for much longer...but have chosen to stop here in case i upset anyone...if I did, my apologies, but this is the TRUTH.
Wait, I have one more that I must add:
21. Only being nice to WHITE tourists/foreigners
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Where have all the good people gone?
My experiences in Malaysia have been varied...
Mostly bad though.
I expected people to be friendly - warm, welcoming...but that was a far cry from what I faced.
I remember when I was in school, in a far away place, over 10,000 miles away; when someone new came to class, from another country, not knowing a word of our local language...we were nice. More than nice. We were empathetic.
I think these people here know not the meaning of the word.
We would try to make the new-comer feel safe, understanding that it must be difficult to make such a transition. We would teach them the language, we would invite them to play rounders with us. We were nice.
But it didn't happen here.
Instead I was out casted by my own race for not knowing the local language and having a far more superior command of other languages.
Not a day would pass without a comment - be it in front of me or behind me (usually the preferred mode of insult).
"You think you so great cos you come from XXXXXX ah?"
"You think you so cool cos you speak in slang ah?"
IT'S NOT SLANG IT'S AN ACCENT
And I am a firm believer of living for yourself - and not for others, don't ever let those outsiders get the better of you....
But how long could I keep up the fight? .
Why couldn't they see a person who had left their world as they had known it to be in a different country?
Where was the empathy? Where was the compassion? Where was the human decency in these vile, selfish people?
I held on with the hope of going back home.
But eventually...
I broke.
What was once a young person so full of promise and dreams, metamorphosed into a bitter, pathetic shadow of who they used to be.
It took time. Years.
I found a life again.
The wounds healed.
Mental and physical.
I never want to be in that dark place again.
This country - Malaysia - destroyed me and all that I was.
And I blame it entirely on the people. Their narrow-mindedness, their short-sightedness, their venir outlook, their jealousy, their inability to comprehend or appreciate anything that is beyond their realm of normalcy, their resistance to accept anything or anyone that is different, their self-pity...
People have the power to make you completely miserable.
The country can grow - as fast and as much as it likes.
But if the people are still so SMALL - what is the point?
Mostly bad though.
I expected people to be friendly - warm, welcoming...but that was a far cry from what I faced.
I remember when I was in school, in a far away place, over 10,000 miles away; when someone new came to class, from another country, not knowing a word of our local language...we were nice. More than nice. We were empathetic.
I think these people here know not the meaning of the word.
We would try to make the new-comer feel safe, understanding that it must be difficult to make such a transition. We would teach them the language, we would invite them to play rounders with us. We were nice.
But it didn't happen here.
Instead I was out casted by my own race for not knowing the local language and having a far more superior command of other languages.
Not a day would pass without a comment - be it in front of me or behind me (usually the preferred mode of insult).
"You think you so great cos you come from XXXXXX ah?"
"You think you so cool cos you speak in slang ah?"
IT'S NOT SLANG IT'S AN ACCENT
And I am a firm believer of living for yourself - and not for others, don't ever let those outsiders get the better of you....
But how long could I keep up the fight? .
Why couldn't they see a person who had left their world as they had known it to be in a different country?
Where was the empathy? Where was the compassion? Where was the human decency in these vile, selfish people?
I held on with the hope of going back home.
But eventually...
I broke.
What was once a young person so full of promise and dreams, metamorphosed into a bitter, pathetic shadow of who they used to be.
It took time. Years.
I found a life again.
The wounds healed.
Mental and physical.
I never want to be in that dark place again.
This country - Malaysia - destroyed me and all that I was.
And I blame it entirely on the people. Their narrow-mindedness, their short-sightedness, their venir outlook, their jealousy, their inability to comprehend or appreciate anything that is beyond their realm of normalcy, their resistance to accept anything or anyone that is different, their self-pity...
People have the power to make you completely miserable.
The country can grow - as fast and as much as it likes.
But if the people are still so SMALL - what is the point?
So Arsenal Lost
It was a nail-biting match - right to the bitter end...but someone had to take the Carling Cup...and this time it happened to be Mourinho's Chelsea.
I was truly gutted. I had been following the young Gunners through their Carling Cup plight, and felt that the team had in fact matured after every game. I agree with Arsene Wenger on his formation, and his decision on excluding the more seasoned players - you know, the usual suspects like Thierry Henry. The young lads were the ones who took the team to the finals in the first place and they deserved to play in the final showdown.
I felt that Arsenal's side had dominated the majority of the match and there were a number of failed attempts on goal which had me shouting like the lager lout I am (sadly being in Sri Hartamas and surrounded by Chelsea fans didn't help).
Nevertheless, it was a match well played - by both sides, although I am slightly bitter that the two goals from the boys in blue were from Drogba - not one of my favourites at all. And no doubt he will be out partying hard in the London clubs tonight and probably every other night this week gloating over his 27th and 28th goals....yeah okay dude, you're a great scorer...great with headers...and your new 'do looks pretty good on you...but for the love of the game - stop dropping to the pitch every time someone runs past you and blows some wind your way.
The end of the game was probably the worst display of sportsmanship I have witnessed from Arsenal. They are usually calm and collected...I fully support the ref's decision on red carding the two fire-starting players...but am still not too sure on Adebayor's sending off...I always had a soft spot for the lanky striker...he's got skills. I was also bit annoyed with a certain other player getting a poxy yellow card...I saw what he did...
Well, whatever it was, I drove home in silence suffering, quite literally, from post-match blues...and as soon as I got home I surveyed the web to read Arsene Wenger's comments on the match...but they weren't up yet...
With the picture of a solemn Theo Walcott sitting on the pitch in post-match sadness still fresh in my mind, I have made a decision which my fiance (being a Man Utd fan) deeply opposes - I will get the Gunners tattooed on my arm (or maybe somewhere else)...but I will get it. Gunner for life.
I was truly gutted. I had been following the young Gunners through their Carling Cup plight, and felt that the team had in fact matured after every game. I agree with Arsene Wenger on his formation, and his decision on excluding the more seasoned players - you know, the usual suspects like Thierry Henry. The young lads were the ones who took the team to the finals in the first place and they deserved to play in the final showdown.
I felt that Arsenal's side had dominated the majority of the match and there were a number of failed attempts on goal which had me shouting like the lager lout I am (sadly being in Sri Hartamas and surrounded by Chelsea fans didn't help).
Nevertheless, it was a match well played - by both sides, although I am slightly bitter that the two goals from the boys in blue were from Drogba - not one of my favourites at all. And no doubt he will be out partying hard in the London clubs tonight and probably every other night this week gloating over his 27th and 28th goals....yeah okay dude, you're a great scorer...great with headers...and your new 'do looks pretty good on you...but for the love of the game - stop dropping to the pitch every time someone runs past you and blows some wind your way.
The end of the game was probably the worst display of sportsmanship I have witnessed from Arsenal. They are usually calm and collected...I fully support the ref's decision on red carding the two fire-starting players...but am still not too sure on Adebayor's sending off...I always had a soft spot for the lanky striker...he's got skills. I was also bit annoyed with a certain other player getting a poxy yellow card...I saw what he did...
Well, whatever it was, I drove home in silence suffering, quite literally, from post-match blues...and as soon as I got home I surveyed the web to read Arsene Wenger's comments on the match...but they weren't up yet...
With the picture of a solemn Theo Walcott sitting on the pitch in post-match sadness still fresh in my mind, I have made a decision which my fiance (being a Man Utd fan) deeply opposes - I will get the Gunners tattooed on my arm (or maybe somewhere else)...but I will get it. Gunner for life.
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