Reflections on a Sunday evening

Sunday is coming to an end. It's been a quite good Sunday this far. I had some bad luck on my way back from the city earlier today. I had bought the ticket, registered it and kept it beside my Austrian ID-card. Obviously I had forgotten to sign my citizen-number on the back of the card. It's a tiny box where it says "Ausweis number". What the hell is Ausweis number anyway? So the lady on the tram caught me, asked me for my name, surname and other details. I was waiting for her to ask me about my religion (like everywhere else) too. Then she gave me the ticket, 50 fucking EUROs for not signing my citizen-number.

Aside from that it was a nice day. I went in to the city to see my classmate from back home and to pick up some things from her apartment. Apparently she had a pretty intensive night at the nightclub last night. We made some jokes about it and I followed her to McDonald's to make her company while she was having her Sunday dinner.

I returned to the Julius Raab Heim to play football with the other exchange students. We played 5 a-side and it was great. I ended up in the same team as my roomies. Their everyday vocabulary is dominated by three words, "puta" (= whore), "culo" (=ass) and "maricon" (which I believe means faggot)

Inter won against Torino today. I was going to stream the game but I chose Chelsea - Manchester United instead. It was an entertaining game which ended with a fair draw (1-1). Kalou and Park were the goalscorers.

Anyway, Inter's win was important and I am happy to see them team winning and not performing nervously as the last few months of last season. I am a big fan of Roberto Mancini for all he has done for Inter during his four-year spell at Meazza, but Mourinho is somehow more solid and has the players' deepest respect. Every player praises him and his methods, and this far things have gone well.

Maicon scored a beautiful goal...




... and Ibra scored his second goal for the season.


Thank you for reading.

Club loyalty

This guy seems to be a nice guy. Take a close look at him. His eyes are innocent, his teeth are white (and not yellow), his cap is a piece of modern fashion and his look is humble.

This is Robinho, one of the latest players on the international scene to bite the hand that feeds him. That's gratitude.

He said himself that he wanted to play for Chelsea (don't ask me why). He said at a press conference that he couldn't think about anything else but Chelsea. He ended up in Manchester City. I guess their offer was better than Chelsea's but this is exactly the point I am trying to hit, there is no love for the badge anymore, no loyalty in modern football. Those who love their clubs and who stay irregardless of the stature are getting less and less. The likes of Steven Gerrard, John Terry, Alessandro Del Piero, Francesco Totti, Carles Puyol, Javier Zanetti and Raúl Gonzales are rare.


We all witnessed Cristiano Ronaldo's cry for a club change earlier this summer. And all this after one of the most mighty achievements in the Premiership, more than 40 scored goals, a league title and a Champions League title (after a dramatic win over the fierce rivals Chelsea). Sir Alex handpicked Ronaldo from Portugal after the David Bekham sale, and Sir Alex made him the star he is today. Now the crybaby wants to leave Old Trafford. That's gratitude.

The tragic thing is that this behavior exists even in Swedish football. Youngsters are so eager to leave the country for a better paycheck that they piss on the club, the fans and the country in order to get themselves out of there. Talented youngsters such as Dusan Djuric (a clown who thought the world of himself and eventually ended up in Zürich...) and Dulee Johnson (another clown that played for AIK and was sold to an Israeli club a few weeks ago) have made asses out of themselves on this unimportant and pathetic football scene.
All this for 15 minutes of fame and a few bucks to buy a lifestyle with.