Soccerloverdating com Random chat with horny
They can stretch across cities, countries – even anger. I felt them that first time I watched her play soccer. I watched a new Gracie crack out of her cocoon that day. When she reached him, he darted away, changing direction, but it seemed as if her body had anticipated where he was going to go and she ran parallel with him, her feet tipping in and trying to steal the ball.
Grey, moth-like, she seemed covered in a dust that let her take to the air. They’re beautiful things, moths, with their dark patterned wings hooking on wind to push them forward. Brush them just lightly, and they can’t fly anymore.” ― “For the record, the vuvuzela is not my enemy — and I even have, for reasons of self-defence installed a mini-vuvu with surprisingly powerful performance levels around my neck — though I miss hearing the crescendo of noise from the crowd that should accompany a promising attack on goal or a goal itself. This has not been a good day, and I really can't take any more.""Come get it, then." He smirked and ran away from her, kicking the ball lightly with the inside of his feet. He laughed and shifted his weight in one direction, then took off running in the other, using the inside of his foot to roll the ball."Wrong thing to do," she shouted angrily. She ran alongside him, then swung her leg in front of him and struck the near side of the ball.
More important than that, I feel an endless need to learn, to improve, to evolve, not only to please the coach and the fans, but also to feel satisfied with myself.
It is my conviction that here are no limits to learning, and that it can never stop, no matter what our age.” ― “As I get older, the tyranny that football exerts over my life, and therefore over the lives of people around me, is less reasonable and less attractive.
Thankfully, that future dystopia has never come.” ― “[F]or the most part football these days is the opium of the people, not to speak of their crack cocaine.
Its icon is the impeccably Tory, slavishly conformist Beckham. Nobody serious about political change can shirk the fact that the game has to be abolished.
In Milan, the ghosts of Giuseppe Meazza scores goals that shake the stadium bearing his name.
The final match of the 1974 World Cup, won by Germany, is played day after day and night after night at Munich’s Olympic Stadium.
Both men and women are always figuring out new ways to understand the opposite sex.
King Fahd Stadium in Saudi Arabia has marble and gold boxes and carpeted stands, but it has no memory or much of anything to say.” ― “...
I've spent the last fifteen years of my life railing against the game of soccer, an exercise that has been lauded as "the sport of the future" since 1977.
And any political outfit that tried it on would have about as much chance of power as the chief executive of BP has in taking over from Oprah Winfrey.” ― tags: 2010, 2010-fifa-world-cup, bolsheviks, british-petroleum, capitalism, conformists, david-beckham, deepwater-horizon-oil-spill, football, liverpool-fc, marxism, opium-of-the-people, oprah, politics, revolution, soccer, social-change, tories “When I was in London in 2008, I spent a couple hours hanging out at a pub with a couple of blokes who were drinking away the afternoon in preparation for going to that evening's Arsenal game/riot.
Take away their Cockney accents, and these working-class guys might as well have been a couple of Bubbas gearing up for the Alabama-Auburn game. And this is who soccer fans are, everywhere in the world except among the college-educated American elite.
He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.” ― “It seems that soccer tournaments create those relationships: people gathered together in pubs and living rooms, a whole country suddenly caring about the same event. At Wembley, shouts from the 1966 World Cup, which England won, still resound, and if you listen very closely you can hear groans from 1953 when England fell to the Hungarians.