Kids, in the summer of 2006 I cried, cried like a baby, when we lost and eliminated by a tie breaker. And then in the summer of 2010, I was furious and had nowhere to go. So decided not to go back home that night. In the summer of 2014, people were talking shit about us. But everything was going according to my plan. We were playing in the final on Brazilian soil. It was one hell of a shikkha for some baal pakna polapan. But just when the stage was ready, bang! Beaten by the Germans again! I and your mother wept like a baby. Once your uncle Morgan Freeman told me Hope is good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies Sometimes the word next time eases your pain other than anything.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 09:05:46 +0000
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