Arsenal 2 - 1 Manchester United

I went to Jamal to see the game (sori Boro, tak bole join ko. Aku penyelia bertugas). The table behind me was occupied by, like, 4-5 Indian guys. One sat very near to me. So very near if he sneezes, whatever bacteria from him would have landed on me in less than two microseconds. Anyway, their conversation (I wasn't eavesdropping, mind you. But they were sitting so very close to me I could even differentiate between 'the' and 'da', as-in Da Man, geddit? And I couldn't really eavesdrop properly had I want to, since I'm not really proficient in the Tamil language);

TamilTamilTamilTamilTamilTamil MU kalah la ini malam TamilTamilTamilTamil.

Get what I'm saying? But for that particular sentence, everything else was in Tamil. And I suspect that the remark was made -and made in that manner- highly likely because I was wearing a Man United shirt. I cursed like hell. In silent mode, of course (I vibrated a little, just in case anyone's wondering). Never imagined the Bahasa Kebangsaan to be used as a medium to cause annoyance and irritation. In this particular case, to cause annoyance and irritation only. So much for muhibbah.

Anyway, after the match has gone 10-15 minutes;

TamilTamilTamilTamil Rooney tak boleh la ini TamilTamilTamilTamil

Wooooooh! My skin was starting to have a slight greeninsh tint at this point.

When Rooney scored I shouted "in your face!" and danced the funky chicken.

In my mind only, of course. Silent mode, remember?

Then they scored twice. Then came all the sounds from the table I sat. Terima kasih Sasa, Kecik dan Nini; hidup lebih indah dengan adanya kalian. Then came the smss.

Crap.