It was coming to 2 am in the morning, I was there in the smoky coffee shop with other fellow night-owls glued to the small TV screen watching the much heated rivalry between Manchester United and Liverpool. It was coming towards the end of the second half, almost 90 minutes of over-promised and under-delivering performances from players of both sides. I was tired and I sat there wondering why am I wasting my time? Why did I walked this distance, in the wee hours of the morning, to this not so clean 24 hours joint, just for a dull and uninspiring match ?

When the first & only goal of the match came through Rio Ferdinand 2 minutes before the final whistle; When the crowd of the Stadium at Old Trafford in England and those in the coffee shop at Tampines Street 11 went wild. I was delighted and said to myself how could I even think of missing a historic & glorius moment such as this.

Sometimes I also feel like wasting time living a life of faith in this dark and smoky place called earth. But I know I should keep going, because I won't know when the promised 'goal' is going to come. I know as truth that the goal will definitely come before the final whistle. By then, I will surely be overjoyed and will certainly have no regrets at all.