Hey mates. How you doing?
I know it’s been a crappy weekend. Believe me, ever since the news on Torres came up this Friday, I haven’t been able to sleep. All weekend, I’ve been watching old videos on Youtube with Torres, I’ven been reading open-hearted letters to Torres and while doing it, crying.
It’s intersting to see how I’ve been reacting to this “Torres to fucking Chelshit”-news. A month ago, I laughed at it. A pure and evil laugh, which sounded a lot like those laughs you see on the tele.
This Friday, I thought it was a joke. Is it already April 1st ?
When I woke up on Saturday, I didin’t know if Torres was a red or not. Shivers down my spine, when I imagined my hero with a blue shirt. The same blue shirt millions of people wipes there asses with.
Intersting to see how it has escaleted, right?
For crying out loud, I haven’t hade time to welcome Súarez yet. All my time and focus has gone to keep myself updated on Torres.
Then I woke up today, realizing something. I don’t give a fuck anymore. If Torres don’t want to play for Liverpool, then he shouldn’t. But for fuck sake Torres, don’t come running back to us when the Chelsea-fans turns their back at you when don’t score every game. Don’t ever think that you can come back, when you are tired of being a benchwarmer and don’t you dare show your face at Anfield again, if you are wearing a blue shirt.
Because it’s really the blue shirt who does it. Because I wouldn’n mind if he wanted to go back to Atletico. Red and white looks good on him to. But for him to go to Chelshit, sorry, but I can’t accept it.
I just can’t.
I love you Torres, and thanks for all you’ve done. But if youre moving on, so am I.