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Jun. 22nd, 2006 03:19 pm"Okay last night i was too tired to finish my post so i'm back now. What i wanted to say was that yesterday morning i watched the england vs sweden match and i got a few heart-attacks, like when gerrard scored five minutes from time and i thought YESSS THIS IS IT! but henrick larsson scored a FREAK GOAL and so sweden effectively fucking tied the game twice (fuming mad!!), besides that i also find that watching football can really be so pathetic when you're watching it by yourself.
I remembered the time we stayed over at baba's place during euro 2004 (where we watched england demolish czech republic 3-0), and when we slept everyone had such a hard time trying to keep warm cos eubegoh was pulling all the blanket to herself and the next morning we all awoke with clattering teeth. And i also remembered how pong would give me morning calls for the champion league games which were usually played in the unearthly hours of the morning on a friggin' school day. And while there was nothing like the thrill of waking up at two three am in the morning for a good cause, there was also nothing like falling asleep in lessons the next day or being late for school, you could get scolded by the teachers even and still feel happy because your soccer heroes won. At the same time every loss felt so real, at times i felt it was comparable to watching your pet cat die before your very eyes.
Maybe some time again we might be all up at the same time, hands fervently clutching our handphones waiting to send those 'YAY SCOREEEE!' or 'fuck! did you see that freak goal!' or 'OMG kilbane dropped his shorts again!' smses. Beckham will do another curler that will make me go weak in the knees, barthez will leak all the dumb goals like before, and maybe we can breathe soccer once again down street 13."
I remembered the time we stayed over at baba's place during euro 2004 (where we watched england demolish czech republic 3-0), and when we slept everyone had such a hard time trying to keep warm cos eubegoh was pulling all the blanket to herself and the next morning we all awoke with clattering teeth. And i also remembered how pong would give me morning calls for the champion league games which were usually played in the unearthly hours of the morning on a friggin' school day. And while there was nothing like the thrill of waking up at two three am in the morning for a good cause, there was also nothing like falling asleep in lessons the next day or being late for school, you could get scolded by the teachers even and still feel happy because your soccer heroes won. At the same time every loss felt so real, at times i felt it was comparable to watching your pet cat die before your very eyes.
Maybe some time again we might be all up at the same time, hands fervently clutching our handphones waiting to send those 'YAY SCOREEEE!' or 'fuck! did you see that freak goal!' or 'OMG kilbane dropped his shorts again!' smses. Beckham will do another curler that will make me go weak in the knees, barthez will leak all the dumb goals like before, and maybe we can breathe soccer once again down street 13."
<3 I miss you guys.
They say to not dwell in the past. But the past is a nice place, sometimes. I know why Mary likes to go there.
