All about 'fuck'.

I was in Budapest on a day where Manchester United had a vital Premier League encounter against Tottenham Hotspur. It was my second day at Budapest, 4th day overall after had been in Paris and Bratislava. Well, I was on a trip. And of course, I had a fucking lot of walk. I was fucking tired at that time.

The worker at the hostel where I stayed told me that around Nyugati station, there is an Irish Pub. I searched around that station and I found fucking nothing, only some erotic shop. And even a girl asking me if I want to have sex or to fuck. Or blowjob, she said. But sorry girl, play safe is the principe. I am not that cheap. 

It was 7.30pm, I almost gave up. I decided to have a look around a shopping mall nearby, with the intention of finding a Zara shop to buy some jeans. It is fucking cheap there(I found 1 outlet the day before, at a mall close to my hostel), around 20€ only. Who need Levi's? What the hell is Levi's?

I took a stop almost every 200 meters I walked as my legs were tired like hell. Quite dissappointed of not finding a Zara outlet, only Replay and Gas jeans which could cost me an amount of money with whom I can buy an original 'Momo Racing' steering wheel. 

When I said 'I did not find it', that means I was at the 'end of the world' or at the highest level of the mall, means I covered every single centimeter of that mall. At the same time, I wondered how my beloved Manchester United is doing against Spurs. I searched if there was a wifi network there while resting on a bench. 

There was 1 from TGI Friday. So I moved closer so that I can have stronger signal. Soccernet told me that we are 2-0 down at half time. Damn it, how can this happen?

Suddenly I saw like there was somekind of football pitch on the screen of the TV at that TGI Friday. And guess what, it was that game that I craved for. Quickly I entered the restaurant and ordered an apple juice. Nak makan? Sori bang, aku masih terlalu kenyang angkara buffet sushi tadi.

We started the 2nd half at 2-0 down. And by this time(of writing) we know how was the story. We won 5-2. To be honest, this is one of the most satisfying moment of my life. Er, perhaps even more satisfying from orgasm? =p

What a classic comeback it was. Worth every single steps I took en route to this TGI Friday whom I found accidently.

Remember back in 2001/2002, we were 3-0 down at half time, also against Spurs, but at the end we won 5-3?