It's Barcelona's 5th last game of the season's liga.
They had just lost to Getafe in Spanish Cup and everyone's upset and disappointed.
But all FCBarcelona's fan will continue to stand by them now and forever.

It's only been 5 minutes and FCBarcelona have won themselves a penalty kick and is leading 1-0.
The game is slowly paced. There 's no rush in both sides.
So I shall take a rest and blog my entry.
Today marks the 2nd day of being at home alone. Coz there's a show at Hong Kong, everyone except me went there le.
It feels kinda weird and I haven't been talking to anyone at all. To make things worse, I'm down with fever since Fri night. The more I just went to sleep and just sleep.
Mama called twice today. First was to check if I'm still having fever. Second was to check if I was watching FCBarcelona's game. It's so queer to think that my mum called just to ask "are you watching the match?"
It's like I'm sure to watch the match, but she still calls. Also, it's a long distance call not a local call.
I've been wondering, is it really fated that I shouldn't have gone to HK? The fever was to make me regret or to comfort myself that I hadn't go to HK. Well, the reason reason behind I'm not too sure. But I hadn't regret the idea that I'm at home alone and not be with my family to HK. If you ask me why I hadn't gone with them, I'm not so sure. I just don't feel like flying over.