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THE CL FINAL, PARENTS, AND ABORTION

To be honest, that Champions League Final was not as epic as I had anticipated it to be. Maybe because the team I was supporting lost, or maybe because they lost undeservedly. There was something really off about that game especially when Salah had to leave the game so unexpectedly.

It broke my heart. Like, literally, I felt a sharp pang inside me when he went down from that Ramos tackle. And a wave of anger, confusion, disbelief, and bewilderment washed over me as I watched him try to soldier on, and eventually leave the pitch.

There is a dark, lonely hell waiting for Ramos, I hope he knows it. (Please sign this petition in order to have him punished for his intentional assault on Salah; be a trooper and let’s change the world together).

And then there was Karius. His career is obviously over, and I hope he knows that. I am not feeling empathetic towards this man and his situation right now. I doubt I ever will. And that says a lot considering I feel sorry for almost everyone and everything, regardless of what they have done. Well, except bad popes, bad US presidents, all Kenyan presidents, and the rapist that lives in the hood I grew up in (why is this man still alive?).

Anyway, back to Karius. I am convinced he half-arsed that game; all I want to know is why. Just why. He is toooooooo fine to be making such egregious mistakes at such a stage. There has to be a reason behind his poor performance. There just has to be!

I hear he could be going to Rimini FC; let’s see how that works out.

So, my heart bled that night, that game cut me really deep. But, I noticed something else, something outside the game. I really really really really enjoy my parents’ company. I thought football was just my thing because I am the only one in this family who consistently takes the time to watch these matches. It’s a big deal because I’m the only girl…in a family of five.

But, last Saturday night, I realized that football could be a family thing. Okay, not my brothers, I feel like they feel that they have better things to do. Things I’d rather die than do. But, it could be a thing for me and my 70-year-old parents to do together; our thing on top of the other many things that we do together like going to church together, and watching and arguing about Kikuyu soap operas on Inooro.

Which reminds me; we have been having a recurring conversation over the last few Saturdays that I have visited them. It revolves around my love life; specifically my lack of one. They are a tad concerned that I do not seem to be in a hurry to find someone, scratch that, get knocked up. Yes, my parents want me to get knocked up, and they do not care whether there will be a man or not in the picture. I can even quote them word for word, but I have never really known how to write in Kikuyu, so I will spare you. My dad is particularly unbemused by the fact that I may not want to have children.

That man wants a grandbaby, and he wants one now! Too bad for him because he knows my ovaries are waiting for Miguna Miguna to become president.

So, yes, football. We had so much fun that night. I made my dad laugh so hard with one of my reactions, he nearly choked. And they love how dramatic I get in life in general, but more specifically, when I’m watching football. And my mum, the antagonist that she always is, was on Real Madrid’s side. You have not had your worst football experience as a fan until you have to live through your own mother berating you and your team, and actually celebrating as you mourn. Her taunts were like swallowing hot glass; she’s really good at it (the taunting, not the swallowing hot glass part). IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!

It felt much more fulfilling than if I was at some club somewhere, or at my place, alone. I cannot wait to watch many more games with them during the World Cup. This is going to be epic.

Oh yeah, I also found out they are pro-abortionists later on that night. I was shocked, especially hearing it from my dad. They believe women do not need to go through unwanted pregnancies. They think the reason why there are so many kids on the street, and so many kids into drug abuse is because their mothers never wanted them from the get-go. Why bring a child into this world when you know you’re never going to love them the way they deserve?

I cannot wait to uncover more layers of my parents’ inner thoughts over a series of football matches.

Happy days, people! Happy days.

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PALACE HAD IT IN THE BAG…THEN BENTEKE BLEW IT!!!

It’s always a glorious day when Liverpool plays. There is usually no shortage of drama when the Reds are on the pitch, and that kind of excitement is what I crave for whenever I watch a football match. I was not really sure how exciting Liverpool vs Crystal Palace would be considering the fact that both teams are on opposite ends of the EPL table. Liverpool was in the top four while Palace was in the bottom four. You would expect that Liverpool would quash Crystal Palace, and have the Glaziers running around the pitch like some inexperienced, headless chicken from the get-go.

However, much to my surprise and thrill, that was not the case. Crystal Palace held it down on Saturday, and throughout the first half and several minutes into the second half, the Glaziers were running the show! In the first half, they pushed hard, they ran hard, covered most of their bases, and capitalized on Liverpool’s sluggish start. This pulsating energy, and being able to rattle the Reds’ defense to a point of forcing the goalkeeper to make a dangerous mistake, resulted in the first goal for Crystal Palace. Zaha had managed to permeate Liverpool’s line of defense, and it was up to the latter’s goalkeeper to try and stop the Palace talisman. Karius went in too heavy at Zaha within the box resulting in two things: a yellow card for the goalkeeper, and a surprise penalty for the home team.

The penalty was taken by the one and only, Milivojevic, who is now regarded as the official penalty maestro for Crystal Palace (he’s scored seven penalties thus far). Dismayed by this first goal, the Reds began playing with their usual lightning speed (the kind that we are used to), and much to Klopp’s chagrin, Palace were able to keep up.

The second half was packed with the kind of drama I live for. From Mane’s handball theatrics, Benteke’s wastefulness, to Salah’s undoubted ability to find the back of the net in the dying moments of the game.

The end result was 2-1 in favor of Liverpool, but for me, Crystal Palace was the better team. Zaha was my favorite player in the match. He is unbelievable! I did not even expect him to play this match (two hours to the match, and he still hadn’t been cleared for duty). And then he shows up, and he plays his heart out for 90 minutes with a not-so-healed injury. My friend! That is what it means to love what you do.

He’s going for goal in the first half and the subsequent foul on him by the Liverpool goalkeeper helped set the stage for Palace’s first goal. In addition, he was so instrumental in easing the pressure that Liverpool was mounting on Palace’s goal especially in the second half. If a defender managed to get the ball away from a Liverpool attacker in Palace’s half, that ball would most definitely land on Zaha’s path. He would then run at blistering speed down the left wing as far as he could go to give his side some time to recover from the attack. In so many instances, he led Crystal Palace’s counter-attack as a solo effort. Color me impressed!

My worst performer for the Glaziers was Benteke. He had two amazing chances in front of goal and he threw them away. If he had scored at least one of those direct chances, Liverpool would have been done for, and at the very worst, the game would have ended as a draw. I’m starting to feel that Benteke’s best days are behind him, and he should probably start considering another career…maybe beekeeping. He looks like he would be a great bee farmer.

I was not super impressed with Liverpool’s performance on Saturday, and now it has me worried about their impending Champion League’s game against Man City this week. I mean Firmino was literally unheard of much of the game, and what exactly was Mane playing at? How can you be playing at such a top flight level and act so unprofessionally? Trying to force the referee’s hand by fake falling and grabbing the ball mid-play is not only an insult to your quality as a player, it’s just plain childish! YOU CAN DO BETTER, MANE!! (FYI I strongly believe that he should

Salah added to his tally of premier league goals having scored Liverpool’s second goal late in the match (he is at the top with 29 goals, five goals ahead of his closest competition, Harry Kane). He was quite unimpressive throughout the match, and I think this is probably because he wasn’t connecting with his usual feeders as well. However, that goal was brilliant, and I cannot wait to watch what he brings to the table against Man-City (this will be like the battle of the Titans or something, can’t wait!!).

Crystal Palace players definitely need to be able to maintain their focus and attention until the game ends. If they had, Salah would not have scored, and they would be celebrating a draw right now. It’s become almost habitual for the Glaziers to let their opponents score in the last minutes of the game, and that is why they are losing most of the games. Something needs to be done about this ASAP (although at this point, it does not really matter).

Anyway, that was a wonderful match. Kudos to Liverpool for winning, albeit unconvincingly, and for making the race for the top four even more exciting!