The Love of Your Life

It happens to all of us, and we know it. From the moment we reach a certain age, we start to notice it. It's instantaneous. Sometimes we make our decision based on the decisions of our parents. Others have taken the advice of the entourage.

And it hurts. God, it hurts so much. Every weekend, you sit with your sweat hanging on your forehead, with shaking palms you swear again and again, hoping and praying to God that it will work out, that things will go the way you want them to go. You pray and you swear your life to God, and maybe just maybe that fucking referee wont whistle the end of the game.

Yes, dear friends. We all were one time or another in that position. When our home team, our love, the team we support with all our heart is down one goal, and we need just a couple more minutes to score. We can do it. We are sure of it. Only if we had a little more time....

And it hurts.God, it hurts so much. But its okay. In the end the love of our lives will not leave us. She will never leave us. She is there to stay. And plays for us every weekend sometimes even in the middle of the week. But those are special times, like an anniversary, that we wait all summer for.

She will never leave. Unless of course your love is Universitatea Craiova, then she already left and is fucking someone else in Turnu Severin.

Bring it back, bring it back don`t take it away from meeee.

Football equals love.