Bliss

My virgin experience of being a WAG was as blissful as I had pictured it to be.

All the bantering in one of my previous posts about wanting to be one has not gone on deaf ears.

I finally could appreciate seeing the lucky man playing his soccer and even scoring his first goal for the team (it must have been my presence, so magical that he was inspired to half-volley that ball in).

In addition to that, it must be to my credit that I asked him to pick no.9 (read: Torres) and I told him of Gerrard's words for Adidas "Don't visualize beating the keeper, visualize destroying the keeper." So apt for the poor keeper.

By the way, DH is a Man United fan. Those words of mine must had been music to his ears.

Now, I just have to wait for Newpaper to take notice of me and feature me in their long-gone section of the WAGs.

Ok, I am kidding alright, I don't think I'll have the guts to compete against those air-soccerheads.

But truly, I felt like true blue WAG.



I was watching the game, with a mat spread out, and a big umbrella sheltering me from the setting sun, just short of shades to complete the look.