joaquim

First of all I just want you to know that I'm not going to apologize for my last entry, made earlier today. I do not regret a single word of it. Today (meaning 12th september) is a day, which from now on, will live in infamy. Today is the day which gave me serious doubts... serious doubts of football being a game where heart matters. Serious doubts of football being a game of respect and passion for one's team. Today is the day which made me doubt football.

Game day. Manchester City, a team which has been bought by rich arabians from the middle east, a team without a soul, versus Arsenal, a team owned (mostly) by its own fans. Today's match was special to all Arsenal fans all over the world. During the summer, City signed a bunch of new, expensive, players. Amongst them were Kolo Touré and Emmanuel Adebawhore from Arsenal. Adebawhore? But isn't his name Adebayor? Well, from now on I won't use his real name. From now on he will be called Adebawhore. Simply because he's a greedy fucking whore. Anyways... the game today was important, not only because the need of points always exists, but also because it would have felt good to beat City and their greedy, cunty excuses for players.

The game didn't start very well. City scored first. The scoreline was 1-0 to City at the break. In the second half, Arsenal clearly was the better team. van Persie equalized and then Arsenal had several great chances to take the lead, without doing so. Then City scored again. Arsenal were still in it though..... until the first incident occured. van Persie made a gliding tackle at Adebawhore, which missed. Adebawhore, avoding the tackle, put his foot in van Persie's face, on purpose. A crystal clear red card! Well, not according to the ref. Moments later, it happened. The thing happened which made me, an almost fanatic football-lover, lose faith in the game. Adebawhore scored and, as his celebration, ran the whole lenght of the field, down to the Arsenal-section, and threw himself scornfully on the ground, mocking the club which made him the player he is today. It almost made me vomit...

Now listen here! I don't care about the result today. City won with 4-2 and maybe that wasn't a very fair result, but there are other things to talk about here. First of all, the fucking cunt tried to seriously wound Arsenal's players during most of the game. He should have been sent off! Secondly, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING WITH!?!?!? You do not, and I repeat, you DO NOT mock the fans of your old club, even if you don't like them. Have you even heard of the word RESPECT, you fucking twat!?!? You do not do that!!!!

When he sat there on the grass in front of the Arsenal fans, I said to myself: "If he were here now, I probably would kill him". Now, that I probably wouldn't do, but I sincerely hope that the fucking cunt breakes his legs! When he sat there, in that exact moment, he was erased from the history of Arsenal Football Club. He does not exist anymore. He could as well be dead. In that exact moment, I knew what pure hate was. I had never sensed it before, but I was sure that this was it. I knew that I had never hated someone or something as much as I did in that exact moment. It was as if he mocked my whole existence. It was as if he jumped out of the TV and shat in my face! Shat on my life, my passion for football. It was as if he said to all football-lovers around the world: "there is no respect in football. You can behave in any way you want!"

I hate that man more than anything else in the world. I've felt hate, or so I believed at least, against many differént players and clubs during the years. But I have never felt real hate. Until now...

I view this as a major setback for all fans of football and it will take a while for me to regain my own faith. I hope it doesn't take too long though..... I don't want to lose my passion for this beautiful sport. Or is it gone already?

I'll let you know what happens..

The link features Adebawhores goal and "celebration":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyoKcu8bcNQ

Jag måste ta detta på svenska för att få de rätta orden:

JAG HOPPAS ATT EMMANUEL ADEBAYOR BRYTER BENET OCH A´LDRIG MER KAN SPELA EN FOTBOLLSMATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIN JÄVLA HORA!!!!!!!!!!

Last week was my final week at work this summer. It began on wednesday with an easy nights work, and finished on saturday with a rather tough evening ending at 02.00. In between, thursday and friday, didn't offer much out of the ordinary. It was at least a good finish to my working-summer when I, on saturday, recieved my last tip of the summer; 500 kr. We actually got 800 kr from a company consisting of only four persons, which to me is very unusual, but nice. Because of this, the final amount of tip-money ended up being more than 1000 kr more than last year, or to be more exact: 7700 kr for the whole summer. This is, to say at least, VERY NICE! :D

                                                             mmm...money... :)


Before I left on saturday, I also roughly counted my hours (that I've worked) in august. It were about 165 hours all in all, which is only about 20 hours less than in july. This, in addition to the regular holiday pay, will render me a salary for approximately 16000. 16000 + 19200 + 7700 is 42900, if I'm not mistaken. If we take away the 7700 for the London-trip and 2000 for the gym-membership (gained yesterday by the way) and maybe 5000 for other various expenses, I'll end up with approx 28200 kr in my pocket. This is my reason for not taking any CSN-loans this fall..

To move on... on monday, I met up with Roy (a friend from Varberg), who has got accepted into the Teacher-programme. I guided him for a while around the campus and then he went to his introduction. The day before yesterday (tuesday) was my first day of school this term. As you may know, my main subject is Religious studies. The classrooms of HUM has been moved to the not so furnished F-house. My classmates were mostly teacher-students (as myself, but the differnce is that they're studying on the teacher-programme) and I can't say that I recognized anyone particular. The introduction began with our teacher, a german lady, Heike Peter talking about a webpage. Suddenly the fire alarm commenced and we were "evacuated" for about ten minutes. After that, it was safe to go inside again :P

The lesson continued until 12 and then, as the weather was more than good, I called MJ and asked him if he wanted to play some football. That he wanted. I don't know what the pitch is called, but it's the one next to Sannarpsbadet. A very good pitch and we played and perspired for about two hours.

Yesterday me and MJ went to the new gym to check it out. It turned out that there was a special offer this week: a whole years membership for 2000 kr. It's less than 200/month, which is very cheap. After some troubles with MJ's payment, we began our first gym session for the term. It was tough, but I managed. Today, however, I have some sore muscles, but it's totally ok :)
After the gym we went to, and check out the fucking translation for the word "systembolaget": company for the sale of wines and spirits. Say what!? Do they sell f-ing ghosts there or what!? :D
I would have said liquor store, but whatever! :P

Later in the evening, about 7, it was party at my place. I think it was fun and we were maybe 20-25 persons here. Somethnig that I especially liked was the fact that my appartement were filled with dancing people, dancing to my music. Everyone enjoys my music! That's what I've been trying to tell you, you sons of biatches!! ;D

Well, later we went to Kåren and first spent half an hour in the line to get in. Inside, we danced all night and it was okay I guess. The only thing that dissapointed me was the DJ on the "big dancefloor". He played the same fucking "dunka dunka"-music all night and every fucking song was some sort of latino-remix. I cannot believe that someone has allowed a DJ that single-minded (when it comes to music). Variation is the word here, people. Variation! Otherwise it was fun!

Woke up today with some sort of hangover. I don't think that I'm going to do anything special anyway today, so I mights as well lie here and pity myself :)

And yeah, I almost forgot! On monday me and Anna made a thourough cleaning of my appartment. It took us six hours but it was worth it. As you might see on the picture below, it turned out very nice after all :)

Now I'm off to doing nothing again :P

School tomorrow and Anna goes to Hungary for the weekend. No football except national tems and they suck..

Not the best picture, but who gives a s....