- Elizabeth Wurst.

Bruised, battered and sunburnt from the tournment.

It managed to keep my mind sufficiently engaged until the middle of the afternoon when we were lazing around after lunch and waiting for the 2nd round of the champions cup to start. Then everything came back in a rush and I didn't feel like playing anymore.

You know what.

I can't take it when people who don't know how to play soccer act like they're the greatest player in the world after pele. Look, the ball is round but my ankles are not, should be easy enough to differentiate. But nooooo, apparently some people don't see too good. Either that, or they can't tell the shapes apart. It sucks shit when you're running with the ball and you keep getting clipped at the ankle yes? oh sorry. I mean ankles. Or when you've cleared the ball and the person reacts like, a minute too late and tries to ram the ball, which happens to be 24455645 miles away and connects with my foot instead. It's okay if it's unintentional, but you should burn in hell if it was.

You would wonder why they get that look on their faces when the refree awards us freekicks.

Now it hurts like fuck. ):