watched the Paul Robinson own goal on youtube. and although I couldn't care less about the result, and I really don't like England, I feel sick watching it. As a gk I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, that feeling of You Fucked Up, and only you. Poor guy probably just wanted to die right then and there. ack.
fucken oath. i can sleep when I'm dead. I have no voice and i'm passing out on my feet, but i can't get this dazed grin off my face. I'm in love again, this time with the beautiful game. having two loves is fucking awesome. i still like my girlie better though.