"he was finally home. home from the war. not without many wounds. he sat on the old, familiar sofa, silently watching the tv screen. it was a video of herself which she had made. a goodbye video. her last days. she was battling to keep a cheerful front; but it was obvious she was losing to the illness. this video, was all she had left for him. and he couldnt be by her side for those final moments. and he didnt know what to feel anymore.

this was how i felt when i watched the final."

may 2006.

we always end up on the wrong side of the score.

why didn't i cry, why couldn't i cry?

i don't know.

but the feeling now, 2 hours or so after the game, is just like may 2006.