gaza geldiğimde uykulu uykulu şöyle bir şey yazmıştım kendisi hakkında,
(hayatım hakkında spoylır içeriyo çok ayıp şeyler var. hem saçmasapan imla/gramer hataları da yapmış olabilirim, varsa düzeltiniz lütfen. tekrar tekrar okuyorum da görmedim ben)
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I'm really an antisocial man. I am 17 years old and I am not interested in my family. Broke up with my girlfriend. Just sitting in front of PC. My family went far for 3 days, so I'm all alone.
I'm fed up with everything. And my dream is... To live real friendship. Shout with my brothers, arm in arm. I'm a real football mad. Some thinks, I'm not clever. But I'm clever, I found out one thing, which cannot be learnt by everyone: Happiness is football.
Friendship is shouting "WE ARE MILLWALL!" with your mates and jump together. Love is a goal scored by your team and a player running to your side to celebrate goal.
I have never got a birthday present. 3 points of Millwall is a good present, which I get, 1 times a month, at least.
And when you need someone to hug, just run for your mates and jump saying "Let's go fuckin' mental".
Then when you need to sleep with a woman... Fuck it, never mind. Just think about your lover, who will never leave you. It's football, it's Millwall.
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edit: lan şimdi baktım da, bitirirken hata yapmışım. it's the football, that's the football olmalı orası.
