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.
6 months ago