Punterology: the remake

Well I was feeling pretty bored, so I browse through my archives, to see if I can chance upon any nice memories. I found my Punterology posts and also stumbled upon 2 unposted drafts. Though they are only short 1-paragraph drafts, but I felt obliged to post them as part of the remaking of my punterology series. By the way, Punterology series was written in August 2006...

"He picks himself up again. Another round of thunderstorm ensue, he could barely keep himself on his feet, yet he persevere and he survived. He had fell flat on his face consecutively, both times in danger of elimination. The danger daunt him, he was flirting with death. It was a tough route, but he did it. Now, he is standing rather steadily, scraping his way through as he avoided a couple of pitfalls along the way. He is going from strength to strength."It is a tough battle.

I have fell umpteen times, yet each time I have done what seem the impossible - bounce back. This is an account of the ups and downs when I bet football. The story continues;

As he had already fell a couple of times before, now he is extremely careful with every step he takes. Each step was not taken without precise calculation and thorough analysis. He is trekking, and he is concentrating so hard that he fail to realise a ferociously burning furnace was fast approaching his direction. By the time the corner of his eyeball caught a glimpse of the imminent danger, the fireball is barely 10m away. He instinctively dodge right. It was a reaction move, those rare moments where your body rebelliously act without your brain's command. Before he know it, the fireball had passed him. These all happened in a split second.As he slowly recover his footing, he thought about the incidents that just took place. What would be of him if he had not reacted so instinctively; or if he had only been a little slower? He do not dare to think about the consequences. He knew he had just made a remarkable escape...

I was very close to backing Newcastle but I eventually resisted. I would have loss.

He strains his eyes and he managed to see the shed slightly in front of him. The shed was approximately 3m ahead of him. That was about all he could see in this teasing weather. On any other day, he would still be able to make out the beautiful flower 20 odd metres ahead of him, but that was not to be now. It was the due to the highlands' mist and the beckoning thunderstorm. It was as though a collaboration.He hastily make his way to the shed, knowing any delay could result in dire consequences. At the shed, he found a scarf knitted with the word 'Barcelona' on the bench. He wrap the scarf around his neck and immediately felt a sense of warmth. This scarf shall be his consolation until the end of the thunderstorm before he embark on his journey again.

There were no EPL matches that weekend, so I opted to nurse my wounds and save money for additional capital.

He just stood there watching the chain of lightning strikes; though very much reluctant, but he is resigned to the expected delay to his trekking expedition. He glanced down at his bruised body, memories of the fateful day and reminiscences of the events that followed quickly conjured up his mind.

The man at the bar shouted, "Take 4 blows from me & you can have these gold!" He stole a quick glance, and then another but this time, his eyes glued firmly to the ingots.

That would last him 3 months. He agreed.

To be continue...