Oh, my Stevie. Fifteen icons is not enough space to do you justice. (I swore I wouldn't change them again for a while but this might not last. Who needs Sheva and Micha when I can have more Stevie?)

I can so imagine Stef going apoplectic over that last statement.

I came on to lj with the intention of responding to comments and skimming through journals but I am so tired that instead I am going to leave a rambly post about a lot of nothing. I'm not even getting into describing our trip (let's just say that I now desperately need a vacation from my family) because that would take far too much time and energy ( Read more... )

wonderkid is trying to kill me! Kill me I tell you! Look at the picture in the comments here. My dear sweet boys are in the US. They will be playing together (*crosses fingers*) on August 5th on MY TELEVISION SCREEN. Last night I was feeling very "Chelsea be damned" due to great Liverpool pride but really, who can not love these boys?

Also, will ( Read more... )

This is for violetsocks, because she needs to see how pretty my boys are.

Links to picspams.
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football stuff (scroll down for non-football stuff):
FIFA has released the new world rankings of footballThe starters for the MLS All-Stars have been announced and I am very happy over Clint Dempsey's presence on the list. I love Clint ( Read more... )

This was going to be a long post about God only knows what but I got distracted by pretty Stevie/Xabi and Balla/Frings love. And I don't think I should be condemned for such distractions because have you looked at them?! It's crack, and the world will explode without them ( Read more... )

I am currently posting from my cousins' house in North Carolina. Yes, we made it. My brother and I felt like throwing up for most of the drive down but we survived and despite hoarse voices from everyone, we are doing fine ( Read more... )

No Micha tomorrow! Or Philipp. Or Per. Or Jens. Or possibly even Tim. Thank heavens for Torsten and Miro and Poldi. And how awesome is it that Poldi won the award for best young player ( Read more... )

There is a picture of Michael Ballack in one of our local papers and he is crying. He is wiping away tears and it is making me cry too. I cannot take all of these pics of the boys crying and yet I am taking the time to add them to my memories. They played a hell of a game yesterday and deserved to win. I just can't believe that I am actually ( Read more... )

Tomorrow afternoon I will be planted in front of my television as I watch Germany whip the Italians. I will most likely scream like a lunatic during most of the match and when I'm not doing that I will be tensely chewing on my fingers/fingernails/watchbands/shirt/whatever. There will also be great anguish during which I yell random insulting ( Read more... )