Yesterday, I read The Sun. There's this article talking about transfers post-WC '10. Interesting. So I scanned thru it.
Among them are Torres, Fabregas, this blondie spiky-haired Germany guy whose name I can pronounce but can't spell, and J. Cole.
Then I read about Fabregas. Apparently Barcelona's interested in him. That's when I read, '.. and Fabregas did look reluctant to be in Barca colours, for obvious reasons.'
Being a total footie noob I am, I was about to say, "Papa, why is it that.." when I came back to my senses.. and realised he's no longer here.
It dawned to me that he's probably the only guy who could answer my never-ending curiousity about the players.. and also the only one who could spontaneously [and unexpectedly, which I love] go, "You see Howard? The goalkeeper. There. He's from the US." "Oh, dear.. Evra's panicking. Everytime he becomes the captain, he'll panic." "Look at Gordon, the Sunderland keeper. Everytime he kicks the ball, he'd always tilt his head to a side! See? Ha ha ha!"
Hey, no pun intended. I'm talking memories here, not footie.
When I missed the WC '10 Finals, I felt a pang of disappointment. Coz I've missed so much.. and I missed my Dad.
Friday, July 16, 2010
And then I stopped.
A memory of a Endorphins at 7/16/2010 11:17:00 AM
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Awww.. *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* I feel for you.. I really do.. Know what its like, just hang in there kay.. and know that u'll always have the best memories of him to cherish and keep forever, he's always with u man, know that. He's up there looking and in little ways you'll know he'll always be with u :)
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