How I envy some friends...
This is one of the reasons I love soccer so much.
Reminds me of the time when I was flying out of Amersterdam and struck up a conversation with a Polish business man on English soccer. He enjoyed talking to me so much he managed to get my seat upgraded to business class so we could continue our talk. soccer, football
Reminds me of the time when I was flying out of Amersterdam and struck up a conversation with a Polish business man on English soccer. He enjoyed talking to me so much he managed to get my seat upgraded to business class so we could continue our talk. soccer, football
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Learned the meaning of team spirit in Belgrade, watching a stadium full of Serbs support their teams by using every vulgar and shockingly profane curse phrase on each other.
"Your mother's so ugly I'd rather stick my cock in a porcupine than fuck her!" etc.
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One thing I will say though, for every one or two stories you read about soccer violence there are 1,001 games played where both sides go out after the final whistle and have a beer.
The winners celebrate, the losers commiserate and talk about next year.
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