To me, FIFA is like that beautiful, unapproachable girl at the bar. You try your luck and when you wake up at her place the following morning ,the sun diffusing through the blinds, you look at her flawless skin and give a thumbs up to God.
Days turn into weeks but there's that feeling in the pit of your stomach. It just doesn't feel right; that initial euphoria is just out of reach. Soon she wants to stay in and catch up with Coronation Street (insert generic International soap opera) and you wonder where the excitement in your life went.
If you had walked past THAT girl in the bar you soon would have been stood next to another girl. This girl is pretty, she will match you drink for drink and when she get's off her bar stool she drops to the floor and instantly jumps back to her feet bumping into tables as she goes to the toilets. You laugh but then look up the bar to THAT girl with a hint of envy in your heart. Why? Because you're fickle and only want your friends to think "Didn't they do well for themselves". Most people aren't there when she returns.
If you had waited for the girl to come back and arranged to meet her the following day you would have realised that this girl is amazing. She likes the same things as you and look forward to every minute you spend with her. She challenges you, inpires you and eventually, over the years, surprises you.
So each year when I walk in that bar I walk up to THAT girl, pause for a moment before my eyes meet the other girl. I walk over to her, kiss her on the cheek and say "Sorry I'm late, the traffic was terrible."
Days turn into weeks but there's that feeling in the pit of your stomach. It just doesn't feel right; that initial euphoria is just out of reach. Soon she wants to stay in and catch up with Coronation Street (insert generic International soap opera) and you wonder where the excitement in your life went.
If you had walked past THAT girl in the bar you soon would have been stood next to another girl. This girl is pretty, she will match you drink for drink and when she get's off her bar stool she drops to the floor and instantly jumps back to her feet bumping into tables as she goes to the toilets. You laugh but then look up the bar to THAT girl with a hint of envy in your heart. Why? Because you're fickle and only want your friends to think "Didn't they do well for themselves". Most people aren't there when she returns.
If you had waited for the girl to come back and arranged to meet her the following day you would have realised that this girl is amazing. She likes the same things as you and look forward to every minute you spend with her. She challenges you, inpires you and eventually, over the years, surprises you.
So each year when I walk in that bar I walk up to THAT girl, pause for a moment before my eyes meet the other girl. I walk over to her, kiss her on the cheek and say "Sorry I'm late, the traffic was terrible."