I started on DN in the last century, has had the same home since Sweden and Denmark played due-due and the relationship I live in clicked in the time of the year before Ravelli saved the penalties the united states.
That to break up is not something I do every day.
Therefore, there was a lot of emotion in the pot when I and my friend, in the chronicles called Our man in Moscow, after ten years ended up as the leader of a youth football team.
Bollpumpning, slutsekundsdrama, successive periods of warming, after the game-snack and konplockning. It would take hundreds of words to describe the thousands of hours of trainings and matches. They would still not get that big in that as the leader get to be a part of young people’s leisure.
I would up to Konsum and took the opportunity to walk past the IP. The evening was one of those that Monica Törnell and Jerry Williams sung about in the winter’s tale.
It was a training session at Stora Essingen in dis and now when my time was over I’d been able to feel the great melancholy roll in.
It was just the opposite. Several of the guys that were so small that I had to bend me down when I would try to explain a broadside is now almost adults and the head longer than I have.
One of the guys who came late into the squad and is a year older is gambling coach and in that haze, he had a bunch of players that featured on the fully focus and good speed during the workout. After a quarter of an hour I went home in the raw cold. Heard the sound of a clean hit, and the familiar voices and felt absolutely lyckovarm in the body.
What I now do with all the leisure time is a different story.
”No more Lidingölopp but thanks to all the volunteers”
