Massoud Shojaei joins Osasuna

New week, new challenges. I had a long and pleasant weekend. It was really difficult to get up this morning. I had no break after my last exams and I am starting to feel pretty tired. I wouldn't mind to take a few weeks off and getting the fuck out of town, somewhere peaceful and quiet. No Aiya Napa or Ibiza kind of place in other words...

Anyway, here I am, and I have to accept that fact. Even though it's Monday, it's raining and even though I'm tired.

The guy on the picture above is Massoud Shojaei from Iran. He will be playing with the Spanish side Osasuna next season. I remember when he bloomed out a little more than two years ago in some youth tournament. He was compared with our at that time biggest star Ali Karimi. They are very similar and both very technically gifted. Let's see if Massoud can make an impression in Prímera Division next season. He will be playing alongside one of my favorite players (Javad Nekounam, another Iranian midfielder) and hopefully he will be able to establish a professional career in Europe. He has the skills to do so. His mind is the only thing that could stop him from becoming a successful Asian player on the European football scene. They are not that many at the moment...

The day after

First of all, it feels much better now, almost 24 hours later. However, this does not mean that it feels good!

These players must quit the Swedish national team. There are three more names that I'd like to add (Henrik Larsson, Fredrik Ljungberg and Anders Svensson) to this exclusive list but because of their qualities and their status, I think it's better to keep 'em for the time being. Marcus Allbäck has already stated that he quits the national team. Svensson has hinted that he might have played his last international game and Alexandersson has said that he'll continue if (God forbid) his services are requsted.

In a couple of months we'll enter a qualification campaign for the world cup finals in South Africa, 2010. We must accept that it's time to give other players the chance to represent the country. This will most probably mean that we won't qualify. Our group is tough and several players in the squad are not as experienced as they should be considering their age. I'd love to see Henrik Larsson play for Sweden the coming games, but would that really be the best thing to do in the long run?

By the way, Germany just downed Portugal with 3-2.

France - Italy

The first half is over and Gli Azzurri are one goal ahead after a goal (penalty) by former Nerazzurri player Andrea Pirlo.

Monday again

First of all, what a goal by Michael Ballack!

Secondly, I still hate Mondays.

And finally, I just wanted to say that I am happy to be home again.

A few comments on the game

• The Swedish team played much better that I thought it would. The last minute goal was unlucky, and Hansson (my favourite player to hate) did well throughout the whole 90 minutes. All except for the last incident where he fucked up pretty bad and gave David Villa the opportunity to score.
• Fredrik Stoor is in my opinion a much better right back than Niclas Alexandersson and he should be a first team regular. What a way to enter a national team!
  
• My second favourite player to hate, Mikael Nilsson did really well today. He used to play on the right flank, mainly on the midfield. He was moved to the right back position and he didn't whine. Later he was lifted over to the left back position and he still didn't whine. Is this what they call progress?
• Marcus Rosenberg, why can't this guy perform well in the national jersey? He is a quality player in Bundesliga but a mediocre player on the international scene.
• Henrik Larsson is showing signs of being old for the first time. The quickness and the pace is gone.
• Zlatan Ibrahimovic, what can I say? It feels really good to be an Interista with him onboard.
• Olof Mellberg, I'm having World Cup 2002 vibes. He will do well for Juventus the coming season.
• Freddie Ljungberg, an underestimated player with great features.
• David Villa is one of the best strikers around at the moment. What a player.
• Fernando Torres has done a good job in Liverpool the past year, and he is one of the very best in the world elite. The thing that I hate about him is his diving. I saw him doing it in the Champions League game against Inter earlier this year and I saw him doing it in tonight's game. It's disgusting and he disgusts me. Basta.

I am looking forward to Sweden's next game against Russia. If we manage to win that game we'll most probably face Holland in the quarterfinals, just like the last European Championship four years ago. The only difference is that they are much better today than they were four years ago, and we are not as sharp today as we were then.

24,5 hours of mayhem

A bitter end in a exceptionally well performed and played game. David Villa scored the winning goal in the last minute of the game. There is only one person to blame. Number 4, Petter Hansson.

Yesterday was a very long day. I was awake for approcimately 24,5 hours non-stop.
~ 06:30 - I wake up.
~ 08:10 - My working day begins.
~ 11:30 - Lunch.
~ 16:30 - My working day ends.
~ 18.25 - Looking for a suitable bottle of wine in the liqour store for my dinner at a friend's place.
~ 19:30 - Dinner is ready.
~ 21:00 - We're watching the game between Holland and France.
~ 22:30 - We leave my friend's house, the next stop is a local night club.
~ 23:00 - We arrived, we received welcome drinks and we saw some familiar faces.
~ 02:00 - We leave the night club and I was subconsciously going home. That never happened.
~ 02:20 - The guys decided that the night would continue elsewhere, Stureplan in the heart of Stockholm's nightlife. We jumped in a cab and headed for our destination. I was feeling really sick and we had to stop on the way so that I could catch my breath. I was really lucky not to throw up. I still don't understand how I managed to hold it back.
~ 03:00 - We're in Stockholm, and we're in a new club. I saw some familiar faces there too, but all in all this is a blind spot in my memory this night. I was really drunk.
~ 04:00 - Two of my friends were thrown out of the club, probably because of their condition. We went to the closest McDonald's for some burgers. Shortly afterwards I saw Daniel Nannskog, a Swedish international footballer and I shook his hand.
~ 04:50 - We headed for the central train station in order to take the first train home.
~ 05:20 - I met my physiotherapist in that same car.
~ 06:00 - We arrive at Södertälje C.
~ 06:40 - I'm home, and brother was awake, playing Nintendo DS. He wondered why Il came home so late (or shall we say early?).
~ 07:00 - I finally fell asleep.

I have arrived

I have landed in New Baghdad. I have left Camp Bad Accent behind me. I am somewhere else now, surrounded by a completely new world. I am feeling exceptionally well.

It's pretty late and I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I am trying to customize my new computer and my iTunes library. Windows Vista is the biggest joke after Windows Millenium. These dual core processors are supposed to be able to handle several processes at the same time. This fucker can't even handle MP3 files parallel with web surfing.

I hate laptops and I hate Windows Vista.

Thank you for reading.

Transit 2008

I am enjoying the last hours in "Camp Bad Accent". I just got home from them city core where everybody was celebrating the summer and bidding eachother farewell. I stayed for a while, had my beer in the park and headed away before the real action had begun.

It all began with some singing for the newly graduated economists. They had their dinner at one of the clubs downtown, and it is a tradition that the student association board members sing at this Grande Finale.

Anyhow, my assignment was officially over on June 1st, but due to many declines from the current coard members, I received the phonecall where I was asked to come back for one night, and to perform a solo in one of the most nasty songs. I just said yes and started to look forward to the event.

Now it's over for real. I had my last exam today and year two is officially over now. I might have to do this exam once again, because it didn't feel too good when I turned it in. On the other hand, it could have been a day of fucking glory.

As I am writing this, my neighbor is standing outside my window (and no, I don't live on the bottom floor, I'm on the third floor). He is butt naked, and he is puking is guts out. His left hand is covering his balls and his right hand is serving as a fulcrum, relying on his right knee. In 24 hours I'm out of here.

It's over

I am free. I am no longer the vice president of the student union. I am no longer a victim of e-mail terror. Nor am I eligible for overtime.