onsdag 23 april 2008

No Club For Old Men

– I was a fan of this club when I was seven years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was AIK; father too. Me and him was at Råsunda at the same time; him up at Västra and me up here. I think he's pretty proud of that. I know I was.

– Whatcha got ain't nothin new. This club's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming, it ain't all waiting on you. That's vanity.

Med stort tack till Gurra och Cormac.

1 kommentar:

Anonym sa...

Turpin... shit; I'm still only in Turpin... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back at Råsunda. When I was home after my first game, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the stadium. I'm here a week now... waiting for the derby... getting softer; every minute I stay in this pub, I get weaker, and every minute djurårn squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.