The Signature
In case you think I have lost my 'signatured' touch to penning about soccer... Heh! Sorry! Too bad!
Ok, the best birthday present was definitely... Mr El Nino's goal. Oh yes, I could include an orgasm seeing the hottie snug it in between the defender's legs. There must be some form of magical chemistry between him and me that he KNEW it was my birthday so he got match-fit and scored it for me. I knew there was telepathy. :)
There you go, my favourite over-the-top paragraphs about whoever I swoon over in Liverpool. You can't really blame me, can you? After all, the Barclays Premier League has been my permanent form of entertainment on weekends.
There is an upside of being incapable of spending my weekend nights outside. I catch up with almost every other game... that doesn't bore me. Of course, that includes me leaving the tv set after seeing Ronaldo kick in 2 goals no thanks to the stupid Blackburn defence.
On another hand, I'm so happy to have made more soccer-smsing friends this season. AZ had the sudden turn of allegiance to dedicate himself to watching Liverpool when I could have sworn there was one time he was telling me to give up on them. EE, an ex-schoolmate, and a Man Utd fan, is the one who irritates me about the strength of his team. So I channel that irritation to a former student of mine, Romeo, who loves and adore Arsenal.
But of course, no Chelsea fans among this smsing thingy.
No chemistry probably. Either you have it or you don't (I'm sorry, I like stealing lines from Grey's every now and then).
By the way, I am quite irritated by the WAGs section of the Newpaper. Some of the ladies there declare their affection for whichever team their men supports (Man Utd mostly, no second guesses) and they barely know the freaking game. This only strengthens those male chauvinists' opinion that women who watch soccer only watch the guys. Yeah, whatever. Hello ladies, at least know what a penalty is. Don't drop my waterface.
And of course, that section also gives me the only reason of frustration that I am unattached. It was so made for me, my team, my favourite players, my inspirations...
I would have made a perfect WAG for the Newpaper.
Ok, the best birthday present was definitely... Mr El Nino's goal. Oh yes, I could include an orgasm seeing the hottie snug it in between the defender's legs. There must be some form of magical chemistry between him and me that he KNEW it was my birthday so he got match-fit and scored it for me. I knew there was telepathy. :)
There you go, my favourite over-the-top paragraphs about whoever I swoon over in Liverpool. You can't really blame me, can you? After all, the Barclays Premier League has been my permanent form of entertainment on weekends.
There is an upside of being incapable of spending my weekend nights outside. I catch up with almost every other game... that doesn't bore me. Of course, that includes me leaving the tv set after seeing Ronaldo kick in 2 goals no thanks to the stupid Blackburn defence.
On another hand, I'm so happy to have made more soccer-smsing friends this season. AZ had the sudden turn of allegiance to dedicate himself to watching Liverpool when I could have sworn there was one time he was telling me to give up on them. EE, an ex-schoolmate, and a Man Utd fan, is the one who irritates me about the strength of his team. So I channel that irritation to a former student of mine, Romeo, who loves and adore Arsenal.
But of course, no Chelsea fans among this smsing thingy.
No chemistry probably. Either you have it or you don't (I'm sorry, I like stealing lines from Grey's every now and then).
By the way, I am quite irritated by the WAGs section of the Newpaper. Some of the ladies there declare their affection for whichever team their men supports (Man Utd mostly, no second guesses) and they barely know the freaking game. This only strengthens those male chauvinists' opinion that women who watch soccer only watch the guys. Yeah, whatever. Hello ladies, at least know what a penalty is. Don't drop my waterface.
And of course, that section also gives me the only reason of frustration that I am unattached. It was so made for me, my team, my favourite players, my inspirations...
I would have made a perfect WAG for the Newpaper.
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