Bread. Love bread.
I hurt all over.
I can barely breathe.
I took a bad penalty and the other team scored.
I had a few good chances on net and missed them all.
But goddamn did it ever feel good to be out there again.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.