Assalamualaikum..
I knew it, I swear.
Right before I read about the draw, my blo*dy footballing mind has already embraced yet another red/blue encounter. If not in the quarter, then it will be in the semi final.
And again, i'm right!
Meeting Chelsea is like meeting the mamak roti who is passing by in front of your house. It's inevitable. It's an annual pilgrimage. Like income tax.
It's becoming a bore. Let's get on with it.
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