FOOTBALL, BOATS AND BEER

I tend to watch soccer the way I read books: voraciously, and with a notepad handy. My wife reminded me that I'm no longer coaching.  I told her that old habits die hard; and besides, it might come in handy.  She informed me that that particular boat had sailed quite a while ago.  I replied that I might get off the damn boat and fly back.  She said I was crazy.  I reminded her that I wasn't dead... not quite... yet.  She mentioned my knees, my hip, and the antidepressants. I asked her to bring me a beer.

I drained it at half-time and tossed away the notepad.

I really enjoyed the second half.

Damn sweet goal, Maicon.  A fucking beauty.