So when you give an absolutely brutal giveaway to the opposing team for the eventual winner, it's all of a sudden clear why people get so passionate about futball.
(If you haven't guessed, I did that today and we eventually lost 3-1, after leading 1-0)
I feel like crap.
On the brightside, I don't live in South America. I would've prolly been killed by now (that's not a stereotype at all).
At least something did make me laugh at the game today: Andrea (maybe 31 years old) was there watching the game, and one of my teammates kid (maybe 9 years old) kept asking her if I was her husband and he was acting jealous, like the lovesick puppy he was. It was quite amusing, really. Which just proves: I'm a threat! Yeeeeeeeee...boi!
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