Ever since my dad took me to my first soccer game years ago, I've been crazy for the sport. And for a small yellow&black team, in particular. Now playing in the top division again, for the first time since the mid 80's, it's such a loss for me to not be there, standing next to my dad, cheering them on. I used to say I would move back home, if they would ever qualify that high. Perhaps I didn't think it would be possible, I don't know. Anyway, I still haven't traded my LA life for the charm of one in a small town in Southern Sweden. But once every week, there is a girl in LA, crossing her fingers for 11 guys, on the other side of the Atlantic.
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Cheers for the underdogs!
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