Thursday, February 01, 2007
Singapore Vs Thailand!!!
The only place where vulgarities ruled!Cheering N jeering!Putoh,Bapok,Botoh,middle fingers raised!
This guy really mean it with his Middle Finger!!!!...Action Speaks Louder than Words!
55,000 Strong Crowd!!!!Totally Deafening when the crowd goes crazy!
Blow the whistle,Mr Kayu!
Wat happen?Thais walk away????Confused!!!
Majulah Singapura!Wohooooooo....2-1!!!Win money!Heez!
YEH!FINAL WHISTLE!!!!Singapore 2-1 Thailand!Ole ole ole ole!...Really wanna go back N watch the next big match for singapore!So happening...So funny,Loads of fun!
From the Newpaper...'Poem' for the fans...
SAT Pralard. The Thai word for 'beast'.
That's you, Lion fan. All 55,000 of you at the swansong of the National Stadium yesterday.
Forget the Kallang Roar. If the Singapore team was Beauty, then you were the Beast.
How beautifully the Lions played.
And how steadfastly you stood by them.
I saw you filing down from the trains, buses and taxis, clad proudly in red.
Somehow, you can tell someone is on his way to the National Stadium when you see him.
It's something in his swagger, something about that purposeful stride.
You came in flip-flops, leather shoes and high heels.
You came from school: from universities, ITEs and kindergartens.
You came from work: from factories, construction sites and banks.
You wore red (although some of you lazy ones came in maroon and pink).
But you wore it just as proudly: on your T-shirts, clown hats and whatever else you could dig out from your wardrobe.
You came in Arsenal, Liverpool and Manchester United jerseys - as long as it was red.
Last night, you shove aside your loyalties to clubs halfway across the world and rooted for your home team.
If you sliced out a cross-section of Singapore society and dipped it in red, you would get the Kallang Roar I saw.
EQUALS
Hawker, housewife, student, tycoon - you would were all equals.
Last night, you were King.
You could swear. You could litter. You owned the roads.
When you marched up the steps of the grand old dame and handed over your tickets at the turnstiles, there was only one thing on your mind - to be the guy the Lions could count on unfailingly.
No one sings Majulah Singapura in the same riotous and deliriously happy way you do at the National Stadium.
You blurt it out with gusto and with total abandon.
You hoot and scream at the end of it.
One of you jokers even sang it in a punk-rock style yesterday. It was awful.
But Majulah Singapura at the National Stadium is always the most soul-stirring rendition we hear.
For you children, it was probably the place where some of you learnt your first swear word.
I saw you waiting eagerly for the honks to come, scream the magical two syllable word and then break into uncontrollable giggles as Mummy turned around with a frown.
But last night, and for 90 minutes only, you got away with it.
Not that the adults did any better.
Your good sense went out the window.
You cried innocence when a Lion committed a blatant foul.
You crucified the referee when a Lion faked a tumble.
You booed when the brave Thais cheered for their team.
You weren't very nice.
But that's why we love you.
No one can be the Kallang Roar, except you.
And once again, we salute you.
That's you, Lion fan. All 55,000 of you at the swansong of the National Stadium yesterday.
Forget the Kallang Roar. If the Singapore team was Beauty, then you were the Beast.
How beautifully the Lions played.
And how steadfastly you stood by them.
I saw you filing down from the trains, buses and taxis, clad proudly in red.
Somehow, you can tell someone is on his way to the National Stadium when you see him.
It's something in his swagger, something about that purposeful stride.
You came in flip-flops, leather shoes and high heels.
You came from school: from universities, ITEs and kindergartens.
You came from work: from factories, construction sites and banks.
You wore red (although some of you lazy ones came in maroon and pink).
But you wore it just as proudly: on your T-shirts, clown hats and whatever else you could dig out from your wardrobe.
You came in Arsenal, Liverpool and Manchester United jerseys - as long as it was red.
Last night, you shove aside your loyalties to clubs halfway across the world and rooted for your home team.
If you sliced out a cross-section of Singapore society and dipped it in red, you would get the Kallang Roar I saw.
EQUALS
Hawker, housewife, student, tycoon - you would were all equals.
Last night, you were King.
You could swear. You could litter. You owned the roads.
When you marched up the steps of the grand old dame and handed over your tickets at the turnstiles, there was only one thing on your mind - to be the guy the Lions could count on unfailingly.
No one sings Majulah Singapura in the same riotous and deliriously happy way you do at the National Stadium.
You blurt it out with gusto and with total abandon.
You hoot and scream at the end of it.
One of you jokers even sang it in a punk-rock style yesterday. It was awful.
But Majulah Singapura at the National Stadium is always the most soul-stirring rendition we hear.
For you children, it was probably the place where some of you learnt your first swear word.
I saw you waiting eagerly for the honks to come, scream the magical two syllable word and then break into uncontrollable giggles as Mummy turned around with a frown.
But last night, and for 90 minutes only, you got away with it.
Not that the adults did any better.
Your good sense went out the window.
You cried innocence when a Lion committed a blatant foul.
You crucified the referee when a Lion faked a tumble.
You booed when the brave Thais cheered for their team.
You weren't very nice.
But that's why we love you.
No one can be the Kallang Roar, except you.
And once again, we salute you.
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