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Monday, 12 July 2010 | 8:55 pm
It's over.
I can't believe that it's been a month! And to think that we all have to wait for another four years: wow. I'd be 24 by then and knowing how sentimental I could get, I'll most likely think back to this very day when Spain won the World Cup 2010, and how I was perched on the armrest of the couch in the living room, never blinking at the sight of the national team celebrating on TV.
And I have yet to go to bed, actually. I haven't slept since I woke up at 12:30 in the afternoon on Sunday - and who could after a night's event like that? Certainly not me. Not after Robben gave me a scare with that near goal that he somehow, unbelievingly so, but definitely a big relief to me, missed; not after Spain had narrowly missed numerous times scoring as well; and definitely not after Iniesta scored that one fucking goal that made fucking Spain the fucking champions.
From that moment on, needless to say, sleep was completely forgotten.
Monday, however, sadly, went on as usual: went to work, ate lunch, resumed work, clack-clack-clack, talked complete bullshit with Nad, get cramped like sardines on the train, came home, ate dinner (or what was close to dinner), watched a bit of TV only that I strayed to the Football Channel and my sleep-deprived brain and eyes couldn't take in anymore football action. So I gave up and got told by not only Ma but Dad as well to go to bed early since WC Fever is over, and my Argentine Fever was well cured way before this.
It's a quarter to 10 PM now. I'm very tired. Feeling a bit groggy. Hungry, too, I think.
I miss the sound of the vuvuzelas already.
I wish the La Liga could start sooner.