Sleep.

I think I have been deprived of sleep.

I know I kind of asked for it because I refused to go to sleep until about 1.30 in the morning for the past couple of days, and given that I’m getting a bit old I really need to sleep a bit more, it’s definitely not a good thing. Sometimes when I look at the things that I’m trying to settle when I should be sleeping, I’m actually not too sure if those things are worth sacrificing my sleep.

The Premiership season is over, and Manchester United ended the season second. I know those ABUs are probably still laughing their jaws off (until now), but for me, to be able to contest the Premiership title until the last day of the season with a depleted squad is nothing to be ashamed of. There will be additions required, there will be some changes made, and I’m sure United will come back stronger next season. After coming back to Hong Kong, I’ve had numerous opportunities to watch United play (albeit on the telly) with other fellow Reds – from not knowing anyone to singing and cheering all together now, the experience has been truly magical. The best thing about these fellow Reds is that they don’t really care whether you have been around for a long time, or are new to the party – as long as you support Manchester United, you are one of them. The team spirit on the pitch as shown by the United players was strong, but off it, in a faraway land, the team spirit among the Hong Kong Reds is just as strong. It is a place where you feel welcomed (at least I feel welcomed every time I see them – we greet one another, we sing, we dance, we celebrate – all done together) where there is no difference between one and another. And to be honest, it’s absolutely brilliant to sing “If you all hate the scousers clap your hands” together.

I guess I’m someone who can’t live without Manchester United.