"The game commences. Alas, you should have seen those plucky guys with white jerseys, whom we had taken for granted. They blow like a hurricane. After a few half-hearted attempts, they realize that our guys are relaxed like they are having a summer picnic and go for it with full power and dedication. Thank God we have a decent goalkeeper, who keeps saving their ever-more-dashing attempts, but his talent also runs out towards the end of the first half. They have this annoying number seven, a blond, agile winger; he comes down from the right wing, leaves our defenders empty-handed in his trail and hangs the ball up in the ceiling like a ripe pear. Sabri the Grocer’s apples become lumps in our throats. As we try to surpass the shock of it, their ladder-like number nine rises in the air and lobs a long ball in the far right corner. 0-2 says the scoreboard at the end of the first half."
Wow wow wow <3
And west ham on wac <3 Ella I love that photo.
What a lovely blog, by the way. I'm going to follow it.
You have no idea how weird is for me to read a story about soccer wrote in English. Even if I adore and use English as a second tongue, if I read and write in it every day, some things for me are strongly related to Spanish and sports are, without a doubt, one of those things (and probably the biggest one). But finding it here, in a place I like to call home, it makes so much sense and it helps me to open my eyes (and my soul) to it. It makes me even think I could try and write my own soccer stories in English too.
This - thank you, thank you. We don't need comments like this to keep going with wac but that doesn't make them any less precious. It's so lovely to read your reactions to this and I'm so glad that I could give you that ♥
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Wow wow wow <3
And west ham on wac <3 Ella I love that photo.
What a lovely blog, by the way. I'm going to follow it.
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As usual, thank you.
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