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When a certain very femes Kuching blogger recently announced that he has switched from being a Chelsea supporter to a MU supporter, I was aghast.

I had this terrigible, horrigible and even vegetable feeling of utmost betrayal. To add injury to the insult, this blogger is a GUY who claimed to have the biggest BALLS on earth. Coconut-size ones, if I do recall correctly.

There are many, many things in life that you can change. You can change your job, your house, your car. You can change your name, your food order, your partner, your hairstyle, your underwear. 

But you never ever, ever switch loyalty when it comes to football. Ever. And if you do, God have mercy on your traitorous soul.

I know some people choose to support a team because of peer pressure. Maybe for a girl, it could be because her boyfriend is a football fan, or this particular team happen to have an X number of hot players, which is equal to or greater than the sum of Y + Z combined. I know this very well because the very first time I chose to support Liverpool was back in '96. MU beat Liverpool 1-0, David James was the hot goalkeeper and I always had a thing for supporting the underdogs. MU won the game, but Liverpool won my heart. Oh, and it helped that they had hotter players too. David James was bald back then and he looked like Tyson Beckford. Jamie Redknapp was poster boy handsome. Stan Collymore was hot. Patrik Berger was hot. Compared to MU who only had Beckham? Blehhhhhh. 

If you think this is a bimbotic method of choosing a football team, let me tell you this: I had an ex who supported Chelsea because his favourite colour is blue. Go figure. Anyway, if it wasn't for Liverpool, I would've supported Chelsea because back then Zola was kinda cute. And Chelsea won me quite abit of money, but that's a story for another day.

Anyway, for the record, I support Liverpool. And Argentina for the World Cup. And when it comes to football, I don't switch sides. Ever.