One, possibly two more matches until I can finally call it quits from the sport. I've lived it, loved it, mostly hated it, but its time to say farewell to the beautiful game soon. My heart can't take this anymore.
Its 6 in the fucking morning. The sun is out and has been for an hour. I've drank around 10 beers and smoked well over 30 cigarettes. I would give everything I have for this journey to end right here right now but it keeps going. It just keeps going. We're headed to the semis.