Today as I watched the first part of Man United - Barca, I wanted to pee. I guess like watching a soccer match in any England team requires high doses of beer drinking is normal.
I did not know is that my words would influence both the outcome.
Normally when I go pee, and by the way I meet so-and-such and gossip the other, slow and in my absence usually mark a goal.
Today said: Beware, children, I'm going to pee. So, that frame.
gave them no time to ask which team would score the goal because I was peeing and nor was a matter of me waiting.
Back from sink and look at me with a face of hate and say: WHAT ????? Yes, in two minutes or less it took me, Man U scored a goal. I tried to hide the giggles as I entered ... but I think I went well.
all blamed me Manchester's victory and as much as trying to explain that today, precisely, I did not, I believe. In fact at the end, I wanted to win the club. Whether by grief, by good play, or my guilt. But that has not happened.
Once I was super Meona, Barca scored 5 goals against Madrid. I no longer remember that?
All I know is that tomorrow from 20:45 meo no, not enough of wine, which must win for Liverpool.
Final PD English, eh! Hehe;)
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