Glory Glory Man United

For those who know me personally, they will know that I am not a football fan. I have no favorite team, and I don't have my favorite player.

But who can resist the temptation of a great event of that The World Cup.

Who can refrain themselves at the sight of players like Owen, Messi, Henry... not that I have met one yet.

Lets not get the wrong idea, I don't hate football. There is no sin in acknowledging but the most popular sport in the world; the madness, the passion, the celebrations, the event, the commotions, the joy, the tears.
Yes, it's one of the greatest thing ever created by mankind.
Yes, it brings the world together.
It's not only a sport, it's love, it's commitment, it's a universal language (Goal means Goal, doesn't matter wherever you are, whether in China or Uganda, you know what I mean), it's the perfect representation of the world.

And I do acknowledge that.
I acknowledge that to the extent that if one day an alien tribe appears from somewhere in the universe, asking me what can you tell me about earth, I say football.

Thus, there I was in Old Trafford. The legendary, most celebrated Theatre Of Dreams. Homes of the Manchester United. My feeling: dead excited!!

If you ask me, how did it go? I say, three words Phen, OOOO, Menal! The stadium tour was awesome, the Changing Room, the Lounge, the Entrance to the Pitch, the Dug Out... Watching it from the telly, now seeing it, touching it, breathing it, LIVE, incredible experience.

Now, would it change my mind about football? Yes and No.. I told you, I don't hate football. I just don't follow it passionately like others do.
I always thought Giggs will become a legend, Gerard is an excellent player, Ronaldo is growing more than ever and Wallcott is someone to watchout for.
Will I watch football more? Perhaps. Well, I AM in England, the Capital of Football in the World, so they say.