The Beautiful Game - The Girls just don't get it.

So it all boils down to this Sunday. Wigan vs Manchester United. Chelsea vs Bolton. Equal on points, there can only be one winner.

Either Man U or Chelsea will be crowned the EPL Champions of 07/08. And I sure hope that it will be my favorite Man U!!!

My dar asked me, "What's so great about the League? Just let Chelsea win lah. So what? It's not as if it's life and death?"

I'm guessing for those who have partners who aren't soccer fans, the above statement might sound rather familiar. Ha.

Yes, like what Bill Shankly (a famous footballer) said, "Football is not a matter of life and death, it's much more important than that! Ha.

Even the acclaimed Ronaldo, not the current Man U one but the buck-toothed Brazilian Ronaldo who took the world by storm a couple of years back, claimed that Football is far more better than sex! I'm sure his partner then would be quite insulted by that claim. Ha.

So what is it about soccer, also known as the Beautiful Game that fascinates us men? Seriously, what's so beautiful about grown up men running up and down a pitch chasing a ball for the whole of 90 minutes, not including the added time?

Some fans might argue, "Hey, Ronaldo (current Man U one) and Beckham (Former Man U, not with Galaxy) are beautiful what!"

Sure, but I don't think the beautiful game is called beautiful just because of a few pretty faces. For every "beautiful" footballer, there are at least 10 that don't make the cut. Think Rooney, Luke Chadwick... The list goes on!

I think soccer is much more deeper than that. For the guys, I think it has got more to do with passion, excitement, can't-catch-your-breath action, unpredictability. Seems that you can have that with sex too! Ha. But a full soccer match last at least 90 minutes. Need I go on? Ha.

Seriously, I think guys who like soccer normally inherits this "trait" from the parents or grandparents. For me, I was interested in soccer because my father watched soccer too. Heck, my father was once a soccer player! (Back in Macau lah, not in Singapore.)

When I was younger and we only had one TV in the living room, my father would sometimes interrupt our daily Ch8 drama viewing ritual because there was a soccer match showing at the same time. (Normally it would be the Singapore/Malaysia Cup)

Then, I had no idea what was the big deal about soccer and would grumble why he had to watch the match. Like what my dar like to say, "Can always watch the delay telecast mah." Ha. Of course, now I know better. Watching delayed soccer matches is like eating one week old bee hoon. Ha.

Now, waking up at 2.30am to catch a Champions League match or Euro/World Cup is the norm. Sacrificing sleep just so I can lie on the couch, turn on the TV and sleep some more. Ha. Yah, sometimes I just doze off on the couch while watching matches. (Normally involves Chelsea! Ha.)

I really can't seem to pinpoint what exactly it is about soccer that turn us guys on so much. I guess we are just wired differently from most girls. Just like why we guys just can't seem to get why girls like to buy so many different handbags or shoes?! Surely one or two is enough? Why need to buy a whole cabinet? Ha. That is a topic for discussion some other day.

So this Sunday, it all goes down the wire. Hopefully at midnight, when all is said and done, the fans that are celebrating are the fans donning the reds of Manchester United!