Having hard time typing this down without concealing my anger/frustration/disappointment. The mammoth football tournament of the year;
Tåpajen, is taking off as usual this year and I have proudly been representing
AC Fruktkaka, past years winners; I was the posthumous winner while I was in
Shanghai, and was eagerly looking forward to rejoin my brothers in arms.

Then it happened. Just like it must have felt for
Robinho a year ago. Drafted from Los Merengues, winner-mentality
Real Madrid to some blueberries from the shore of Manchester; –
Tre Älgar, in the very last second. I’m crushed. Just like
Man City, it will probably take a year before more stars; within Robinho’s caliber arrive to Tre Älgar. I’m absolutely gutted.
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