Jest mi wstyd za takich Polaków. Szczucie i krzyczenie putin na was czeka, to największa upadłość jaką można sobą reprezentować. Zróbcie mu sławę w mediach.
@BallinFFB Coach sighed, deep and world-weary, like a man who’d just watched his favorite dog forget how to bark. “Y’know,” he said, slapping the rag onto the counter with the finality of a judge’s gavel, “I’ve seen toddlers with better coordination.
@BallinFFB The ball rolled harmlessly toward the opposing goalkeeper, who picked it up with the bored expression of a man who'd expected more from a team that once lost to Trinidad and Tobago. Again.
@BallinFFB The screen flickered just in time to show an American striker trip over his own feet—not even the ball, his *feet*—while attempting what could generously be called a "shot."
@BallinFFB "Another round for the champions of disappointment?" Coach asked, nodding toward the TV above the bar where the US men's team was busy demonstrating why they'd never be confused with actual footballers.
@BallinFFB The bartender wiped down the counter with a rag that had seen better days—possibly during the Reagan administration. His name tag read 'Dave' in peeling letters, though everyone called him Coach because he'd once yelled at a youth soccer game back in '97 and the nickname stuck.
Hey c’mon guys, don’t be so hard on the octogenarian.
He may not be able to clasp a Medal of Honor around a veteran’s neck, but at least he can open a box…
…Jesus Christ, scratch that.