Man of the match

Saturday and sunday

I've got to pack reaally much. At least that's what my woman brain thinks..
All my sport shirts and shorts. I decided that for my flight i'd wear some jogging pants and my Götze shirt, because, why not.
I pack all my football shorts and shirts, you'll never know. A dress, for dinner... Nope just some jeans and a blouse...

I shouldn't go to bed very late tonight.
I pick up my cup of tea and walk to my couch.
Shall I watch a movie? Hmm yeah. Just to relax a little. I'll watch... Oeeewh the Top Gear challenges! always funny to watch.
Damn, they're such idiots hahaha.
After three challenges I decide I should go to sleep.
Untill tomorrow Mario...

Hmmm I should shower.
While drying my hair I don't know if I should wear make-up. The fuck Monica ofcourse you should wear some make up and gel. You don't want him to think you're a homeless girl.
It feels absolutly great to wear my worldcup shirt. It was exspensive but in London nobody wants this shirt so I got it for just £40! Instead of like the usual £90 yeah...
SHIT, I gotta go. Starbucks at the airport I guess.
*pling*
A text?
-Have a save flight!
Mario-

Damn. I'm flying again.
I have to go with the metro, fuck.

...
Finally there!
Is that Julliette? omg yes!
"HEEEY!"
"HEY!"
"Thanks for coming babe."
"No problem. I'll come as far as possible."

...

Finally on my plane... just 2 hours and I'll see them!