Winning and losing is part and partial in sport but losing in the final game, the last hurdle before attaining glory is really hard to swallow. Seeing the players fell on their knees, covering their teary faces and pleading for forgiveness to the travelling fans, it really does make me sad.
I stayed up all night anxious to wait the whistle blown for the start of the Champions League Cup Final between Real Madrid and Liverpool. The match started at 2.45am and ended around 4.45am, and to my dismay, Liverpool has lost to Real Madrid, 3 - 1. It was a devastating result, as a fan of Liverpool FC, it was more than a sad day, it is something to mourn about. That is how deeply hurt I am, and some people won't understand it, some even will mock me for being so.
This feeling will hurt for awhile, lingering in my mind for at least a week, hopefully it will go away sooner than later. I really hate losing as it feels like all hopes are lost, like seeing a ship sailing away while you are stranded on a desserted island. But I guess the hurt that I am feeling is nothing compare to what the players are feeling. They have given their best, but it was just not enough.
Congratulations to Real Madrid for winning the UCL, and for my beloved Liverpool, it won't be easy next season to reach the final again, but nevertheless, I wish you all the best and my relentless support as a fan.