At the preview show, a commentator said that Chelsea would win and MU would draw. Hmm, I was preparing the dinner at that time. Leaving all for my wife, I sneaked off to see the kick off.

About 10 minutes later, MU conceded 1st goal. I had to have dinner after that. I was having dinner but my eyes stuck on the 21" TV screen 8 meters from me, over Tâm's shoulder. Wish I had a 42" plasma TV at that time.

15 minutes later, I stretched on the sofa once again for the rest of 1st half. My wife was baking some cake, and she sat next to me on waiting for the cake to be ready. No more real chance for MU, and I could not concentrate on the game as my wife kept talking and eating.

At the break, I sadly (but not desperately) went online, as the second half was coming soon. Chelsea led 2-1 at the break. Never mind, MU used to be down 0-1 at haft time, and came back to win 4-1 against Blackburn. Tâm left to pick up his friend at the airport.

After the break, hoped that Ronaldo was on duty, but he wasn't, instead, Richardson prepared to join.

A couple of chances were created for MU, but either the goal keeper was fast to block the run of striker, or strikers were too slow to convert to goals. I shouted a couple of times and looked back to my room, as I thought that my wife would react by showing herself at the door. But she didn't.

Not so long after that, Everton scored the 2nd goal. The scorer got the skill (and later in the game he showed off once again, but unsuccessfully. Maybe ManU should pay attention to him, a talented player). I thought of some terrible consequences.

Some opportunities were missed, again. I thought that the goal keeper had his day.

59th minute: Finally the turning point came. Giggs floated a corner kick in and the keeper looked to have caught the ball with ease before destiny stroke: he dropped it at the feet of O'Shea, who banged the ball in the net. A gift wrapped goal and a lifeline for United. This time I shouted loudly and received a complain from my wife who was in the kitchen for the cake.

Things looked like routine now. An own goal from Neville. The commentator said "Neville scored for Man. United". Poor him. He was too unlucky to be at the wrong place (at the post) and wrong time (goal). A fast switch to Star Sport and I was too happy to know that Bolton leveled with Chelsea. My wife said that I was greedy, as I wanted to see two channels at the same time.

Ronaldo started to involve in the game. Smith was off.

The last two goals were indispensable. Full time: Everton 2 Manchester United 4. At the same time, Chelsea were held by Bolton. Sir Alex celebrated the victory soon, as he shook hand with his opponent coaches before the game finished. I remembered Moaninho last year, at the final minutes during the game against Man United, he shook hand with his members, too.

After the final whistle, The Red Devils were very happy as if they have already pocketed the EPL championship.

About Moaninho? Chelsea were denied a 'Jose' penalty for a handball outside the area, something that we'll be hearing about soon.

That's what was happening during the classic game between Everton and Manchester United at Goodison Park.

I went to University Health & Wellness Centre (UHWC) this morning to have a doctor check my fingers (fingers: long story). A nurse at the reception desk entertained me with a smile and asked me some questions. She has strange accent (according to my ears) and I could not understand her well, or maybe at that moment I hold a lot of things in my hands: backpack, umbrella, "the Ridge" magazine and the queue number.

After reading half of "the Ridge", my Q number appeared on an electronic board informing me my turn and I went to a designated room. The doctor that I met I met him 3 years ago, in the same room. At that time I did a medical check up to register to the University. This time, I showed him my injured fingers and he did a thorough check of my ... blood pressure and heart rate. He asked me in details of my injury, including place and time. "Everything's fine. Don't worry." "How's about my fingers? Do I need a scan?" "No need, it will fully recover." Then he showed me a catalog that I believed he showed all the patients. There is a photo of a hand like mine, and a lot of description. He showed me some highlights in this catalog, and stopped at a line "fully recover in 9 to 12 months". So that's it.

At that time I thought I would stand up and quit the room, like I did in all hospitals in Vietnam, he started asking me about my leisure time, in details. He asked me whether I had other problems from head to toes. I said no. He kept asking as if I probably had some problems on my body, and I, in order not to discourage him, thought of something I had occasionally. Maybe he's happy to ask me about that or he thought that the sole prescription of injured fingers did not worth to pay a doctor visit and basing on this occasion, he did a full check for me. Anyway, I was happy about it because this was the first time I encountered such friendly care from a doctor. Fine! I told him everything about me that he asked. He let me go 20, 30 minutes later after giving me a name card and reminding me to call him if I have any problem. ANY problem as he emphasized it.

So, the doctor in Vietnam was right when he wondered why I needed to check my fingers (that story is here). But they treated me like an animal (maybe I exaggerate, as I deduce from the queue number of that hospital - will show that photo when I have time). Here in UHWC they treat me as a long-time friend.

When I went home in the evening, I was stunned when I didn't see my bicycle at my usual parking slot. After a while, my wife told me that we took the bus in the morning because it rained.

Tonight we wandered to the opposite side of the channel, and my wife took a series of photos. Finally, I stitched them and produced a scary photo, especially in dim light. Literally, there are some "ghosts" inside.

I don't know why I was served with lots of delicious food last week, maybe I was well-behaved, and the food was my presents. Anyway, just looking at these photos makes my mouth drop and my stomach ravenous.


If you open a restaurant and want to advertise your food, don't hesitate to call me. I can take photos as nice as above and your food will be more delicious.