To think it deeper; is that football?

Football is a game about scoring more than others, not passing more than others. I believe it is more beautiful if you have more scoring chances than others, rather than keeping the ball in your mid-field all the time. That's why Messi is so amazing, because you expect he will shoot.

Spain is Cruyff style, not really Michels style, it is not total football. Total football needs someone like Koeman. Puyol's header is nice, but cannot compare what van bronckhorst did. Spain is more about triangles, play football on the ground, Ineista, Xavi, Guardiola, the Masia copy after copy. I like Barcelona because of its Oranje influenced in last couple of decades. Now, they don't attack on the break, they are not particularly fast or physical. It's lovely to see them play like silk, but after some 60mins, you will want more from them, remember Spain vs Switzerland.

I probably will be a life-long fan of Oranje with true belief in Total Football, achieve that is the Holy Grail of Football. Total, never means not defense. However, I believe that means we need a Messi (king of football) in defense also, who can run all the way up with wing back and midfield to support. I truly believe that can be achieved by a club, not easily by a nation. I hope Holland can reinvent it once again, they tried Jose Mourinho with Feyenoord experience, but they know it will only put off their fans.

(the background is after the world cup 2010, Holland lost to Spain. They didn't play beautifully, and everyone believes Spain deserved that because they played true football.)

Today the weather is good, last night the match was nice. This afternoon, I stepped on the ground which I have scored few easy goal before.

Play with the people I like to play, I have nothing to complain. Today, I didn't play well. Conclusion, we have lost the fire. It is a passionated game, if you don't play passionately, you can't even touch the ball.

I was blank, no more concentration on football. Why? Maybe the kicking feeling have been lost. The last game which I feel really enjoying was maybe couple of months ago which I couldn't remember already.

The source or Orange, full of energy, power, skills and arrogant. I maybe blind, but that's what I like. To not sleep for you, happy with you, wear like you, think like you.

I think you are the same, you know what I am thinking of, how could be better, and what is the best.

You showed me why I like you so much. People know why, even they don't feel the same, they know it is difficult for me to find another one.

You know how to make me happy of course, you know but really depends on mood, you can do or not do so for me.

Dove siete? When the strongest breath has taken in, just a simple question is on the lips, clock is running... Things could be very easy, only that I don't know what is the right time to do anything.

There is not many breath left, finally my silent exhale make my day more miserable. Misery that I deserve, not dare to take any risk or another betrayal? Redemption in work but the outcome is never seen. Now, maybe I know how to play this game, but I am unconcious. Good bye frustration.

Life is like this, you have a new pair of football boots and you feel like wearing fine. Then wear it to play football....

You know it doesn't suit you but you go on wearing it, for 1 game, 2 games and 3 games... It is kind of hurting and your toes are bruised and nails are black already. Then you have to throw that shoes away... you hope your nails won't peel off, and you keep on walking... It is kind of recovered again, and you go to play football again. Until a point that the nails finally have peeled off. (Arghhh...)