Watching boys playing Winning Eleven 2011 is highly interesting. Cause apparently I simply don’t get it.
Don’t get the fact that they’ll jump abt on the sofa, when they scored. Don’t get the glow on their faces. Don’t get the excitment of their voice. And neither did I get the tremble in their movements.
But it’s all good ol’fashion fun. I love them to bits and pieces.
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