Sometimes I fantasize about Gonzy coming home drunk and beating me until I feel numb, kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then he starts to cry and apologizes begging me to forgive him. He holds me all night as I gently cry into his chest. Is there any hope for me
@Fabiconni a C-License coach judges players based on just goal stats no wonder they have been saying football is dead when our future generations are taught by coaches like you