Let me describe a picture of yesterday, in every village, town and city, wherever you looked you would be able to see the red and white checkered shirts and colour's of our national football team, you could almost feel the pride in the air and the expectation, excitement and enthusiasm of every Croatian citizen. In cafes and towns all over Croatia there were big screen tv's and people waiting for the kick off, even myself all day long I was wearing one of my many football shirts and wearing the colors with pride and then 1800hrs, stadium packed with Croatian supporters who paid a fortune to be there and support not only our team but our small country then a bomb dropped. The reason for this is that our beloved team began playing as though they were children not having anything better to do than kick a ball around after school. This morning when I woke up all I could think about was how ashamed I was at supporting eleven so called footballers, no hopers who were representing Croatia and getting paid to do it, I at my age could play better than the team played last night and I would have done it for nothing except for the fact that I was wearing our colors and felt pride in being able to be a part of a team who were carrying the hopes of Croatia on their shoulders. It was absolutely humiliating to watch how we were not only absolutely destroyed but anialated by Spain, my heart sunk deeper and deeper into a hole that they had dug for me and many others all over not only Croatia but the world as the hope died away and the tears of shame started to swell up, no matter what the players and manager said after the match had thankfully ended there were no excuses for our teams performance if you could call it that, there are so many bad things that I could say which are worse than what I have already written, disgusting, degrading and devastating are but a few, to see the good name of Croatian football dragged through the mud is too overwhelming. If I was a member of the Croatian football association then I would bring our team home before they brought more shame on the good people of Croatia, at least Scotland got one goal but we couldn't even do that and from the penalty spot, what an absolutely humiliating night and one to forget as quickly as possible but we as Croatians will continue to support our team even after what happened last night because we are a proud nation and won't let last night's disaterous exabition on of how not to play football take anything away from us, all we can do now is hope that perhaps our beloved team can pull something out of the hat and give back to the supporters something to compensate for spending money and time supporting them. My only wish is that who ever reads this will share it with their Croatian friends and relatives because I'm sure that they will all agree with what I with a heavy heart have written, Croatian football took a giant step towards the end last night but who knows we may retrieve something. Well that's all for today like, follow and share if you agree with what I have written. Thank you from a humiliated Croatian.
Luck, do you believe in it, like finding a four leaf clover, a bird shiting on you, is that going to bring you luck or do you just make your own luck? Some people have so called luck by winning the lottery, winning on online gambling or winning on the stock market, are these all attributed to luck, good question but if you think about it everything that you bet on is controlled by a computer or little balls spinning around in a plastic globe, you win, is that really luck? How do you define what luck really is, I'm not sure but I think you make your own luck. For instance I made my own luck by going to a cafe and meeting my wife who worked there, I made my own luck during the war in Croatia by doing what I had been taught and stayed alive, my wife and I were lucky enough to have three children when there are other married people who can't have children, are those examples of luck or destiny? In a way you could say that it was my destiny to get married not just luck, which is it ...
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