If only...

Sunday, April 21, 2013

...that bastard with a bleached coxcomb hadn't looked me head to toe and sneered as we lined up in the field.

ㅅㅂ 새끼, 나도 나오기 귀찮았다고. 전혀 열심히 할 생각으로 나온건 아니었어, 근데...

I hadn't played soccer since the 6th grade, but damned if I was going to let a wet-behind-the-ears, musclebound shit look down on me just because I was the only double-X on the field.

네 이놈 오늘 나한테 제데로 걸렸다. 내가 여자가 얼마나 무서울 수 있는지 보여주마.

I wished I could have seen the look on his face an hour later, as I snatched the ball from under his nose and shot it straight into the goal.

A Deceit of Lapwings

All happy people are more or less dissimilar; all unhappy people are more or less alike.