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We are all too familiar with the historic bitter rivalry between Manchester United and Liverpool that goes waaay back before you and I were born. Possibly way before the current Queen Elizabeth's great grandfather (George V) was born too. Was football established as a professional sport back then yet? Will need to look that one up.

Anyway, you get my point. Our only connection to the Brits are that we were an ex colony (oh, hope it's not too late to wish everyone a happy Merdeka! Geez I've been away far too long). We don't live in Manchester/Liverpool. We did not go to the same school as Gerrard or Scholes. Eat at the same restaurants. Walk the same paths. Buy shampoo from the same pharmacy. Nope. Nada. Yet our loyalty to the beautiful game and the teams we support run skin deep.

One of the few things I usually ask a person I just met is, 'Do you watch football?'. If no, blahhh you're not worth knowing.

If yes, 'What team do you support?' Manchester United. *not another one* Double blaaaaaah. Even more not worth knowing.

I'm kidding. Ok, only half kidding on the United part.

And if their response is Liverpool, 'Omg, high five, you'll never walk alone, let's be best friends forever and braid each others hair!'

If their response is any other team besides United, 'Omg, yes we're on the same side. The non-devil side. ANY team on BPL except United right??? Let's be best friends, at least until our teams face each other!'

In short, 'pool & Utd do not make best friends. Friends even. It's like Romeo & Juliet. Montagues don't mate with Capulets and if you do, you both kill yourselves in the end because everyone you ever knew will disown you.

But I'm going to go ahead and be my own Shakespeare with a serve of peace, love and unicorns (just because) on the side.

One of my closest friends in the world is the devil herself. And yes, I laaaav her!

We're like twins literally. Complete girls who love our fashion, beauty and all the things girls are into and yet, completely into football. We could catch up over coffee one weekend and talk entirely about transfers, managers, formations gone wrong, players lives on and off the pitch etc without batting an eyelash.

We recently went to Hong Kong (thus the hiatus from blogging), just us two and had the most fabulous girly getaway ever. And just because we were on holiday, that was no excuse to miss a match. We even planned our outfits:



Since our hotel didn't show the match we headed to a bar at Soho to have pizza while watching the games. Liverpool vs Arsenal first (boo, for the loss. Why did we loan off Carroll again? Doesn't this new formation call for a player like him? Sigh. Be patient my lovers) followed by Southampton vs Man U. We made friends on our little outing, if I remember correctly 2 of them were United, the other 3 Gunners.



And guess what! The guy on the far left is Jamie Merrick, grandson of Gil Merrick, an ex player for Birmingham & England who later went on to become a manager. The city of Birmingham even named their Railway Stand at the St Andrew's stadium after him (Gil Merrick Stand) in his honor. He mentioned this story to us, as his claim of fame when he figured we were the real deal (as far as football goes).

Hope to post more photos from the trip in the next post...

p/s: Liverpool fans, please don't disown me *puss in boots from Shrek eyes*

xo Reem