Sunday, May 23, 2004

Well I'm back in the place where I need to be for 5 months now. Its a bit of a downer as you'd expect. The mere fact of spending time in this place is enough to give anyone a mild depression. Anyhow i'm sure that can be covered with football.But hey wait the football season in europe is over. No it isnt, there's still the European Championships to come this June. Hope France make it but henry should be fit for the next season's double challenge, the league and the european cup.

We were so close this year. So very very close. Fucking chelsea came and fucked it up. We could have done so much better in
monaco in the first leg of the semifinal had we been there. Anyway, next year it is then. We wait.

Reyes is left out of the spanish squd for euro 2004. What a shame. The bloody spanish coach is a right wanker indeed. Saez is his name.

The other day I saw a old european championship match between Slovenia and Yugoslavia. it was billed one of the greatest comebacks ever. yugoslavia was losing 3-0...they caugt up to draw 3-3 in the final analysis. Guess who the respective coaches were...i couldn't believe my eyes when I waw them.. for slovenia it was Srecko Katanec and for Yugoslavia, it was none other than Vujadin Boskov. Imagine that!

Double Sampdoria ! They hugged each other after the match and kataec was really smiling even though his team had thrown away a 3-0 lead. Fantastic. Just like old times.

Kay and me have been talking everyday either by phone or email and msn. I really miss her. When is she going to come down? soon i hope

Monday, May 10, 2004

Kay writing: Had a good time in London although things were very hectic and busy... Sharad behaved ok and I expect him in the future to be much BETTER.hahaha...

Sharad writing : shes writing total bollocks. This is my blog remember .....?

Kay writing : Yes, maybe but after all it is my side of this reality that we shared together and it is true we have to admit that our interpretations of a same event, sentence or deed differs tremendously. What to do? So... London was as usual, grim, stressful, active, rainy but not dull. The underground was like being part of a systematic awfull automatic engine.

Sharad writing : back in France. Sick a little bit, she didn't want to have sex with me but I forced her and whatever... just like she forced me once upon a time. Anyway it had been a week so I was quite justified in my horny opinion. Ciao