First things, first.
A very very very very happy 28th birthday to the one and only Fernando Torres. Well, you do know how much I LOVE him. And pretty much nothing really could disrupt my 'love' for him, even at some point he might be the world suckiest footballer. People tend to hate a person who does not do what he is expected of, easily. And Fernando here, got a bad taste of it. Being the Liverpool fan, I am supposed to hate him to his guts, just like the rest of them. But, I don't. They say he's a traitor. He left to a rival club. For the sake of money. You know, he said he wants to leave Liverpool even before the 50 million price tag was put on his head. He wasn't happy being at Liverpool. But what do people know? You left, you are a traitor. And then he suffered. Long droughts of goalless reputation. He became a joke to many. Fernando Torres, the footballer who can't score. Fernando Torres with the miss of the season. Fernando Torres, the joke of EPL. Honestly? Everytime anyone finds out how much I love him, they always try 'the joke.' All the insults. It's been years now, and it's like this boy has grown on me. Funny, eh? He doesn't even KNOW me. But does it matter? He's an inspiration to me. No one can really KNOW you, really. It's you, and you alone. Fernando Torres appear to me, a human who, well, is being human. He faces challenges in life, he rose to fame, he fell out of grace, he's hurt by life, he lost the faith of some. But, he never gave up. That is a quality that puts him above the talented great players.
Fernando got himself a birthday gift two days before, 2 goals, 2 assist, probably a renewed confidence, winning back fans' faith, and a replenished reputation. The cheer in the stadium when he scored. It was then people remembered, who he was. The brilliant striker people once feared. The man who tore down the defenses of rivals, the man who became a legend at Liverpool. He was the best thing Liverpool had in the new millennium, and no one replaced him even after he left. Watching the match, I felt proud. AND there was hope.
Happy Birthday, Fernando. You've been a great inspiration to me, probably in ways no one could understand, but you will always have my faith. Please don't give up. I'm afraid of losing you, just like all faithful fans out there.
(Not that I'm a saint, and do not judge anyone. I do. But I don't degrade them for something they are NOT. I give them credit to where they are due. Like.. Vettel. Or Button. I might not like them much, but I don't go saying they a piece of shit. Or rubbish. Funnily, these two used to be my favourites. All that, once upon a time.)
A very very very very happy 28th birthday to the one and only Fernando Torres. Well, you do know how much I LOVE him. And pretty much nothing really could disrupt my 'love' for him, even at some point he might be the world suckiest footballer. People tend to hate a person who does not do what he is expected of, easily. And Fernando here, got a bad taste of it. Being the Liverpool fan, I am supposed to hate him to his guts, just like the rest of them. But, I don't. They say he's a traitor. He left to a rival club. For the sake of money. You know, he said he wants to leave Liverpool even before the 50 million price tag was put on his head. He wasn't happy being at Liverpool. But what do people know? You left, you are a traitor. And then he suffered. Long droughts of goalless reputation. He became a joke to many. Fernando Torres, the footballer who can't score. Fernando Torres with the miss of the season. Fernando Torres, the joke of EPL. Honestly? Everytime anyone finds out how much I love him, they always try 'the joke.' All the insults. It's been years now, and it's like this boy has grown on me. Funny, eh? He doesn't even KNOW me. But does it matter? He's an inspiration to me. No one can really KNOW you, really. It's you, and you alone. Fernando Torres appear to me, a human who, well, is being human. He faces challenges in life, he rose to fame, he fell out of grace, he's hurt by life, he lost the faith of some. But, he never gave up. That is a quality that puts him above the talented great players.
Fernando got himself a birthday gift two days before, 2 goals, 2 assist, probably a renewed confidence, winning back fans' faith, and a replenished reputation. The cheer in the stadium when he scored. It was then people remembered, who he was. The brilliant striker people once feared. The man who tore down the defenses of rivals, the man who became a legend at Liverpool. He was the best thing Liverpool had in the new millennium, and no one replaced him even after he left. Watching the match, I felt proud. AND there was hope.
Happy Birthday, Fernando. You've been a great inspiration to me, probably in ways no one could understand, but you will always have my faith. Please don't give up. I'm afraid of losing you, just like all faithful fans out there.
Fernando Torres, is more than just his pretty face, you know. Behind that impassive face on screen, there's a war raging. Just like many of us. He's human. Try standing in his shoes, before you put words to describe him. Him and the rest of the world.
"When you judge another person, it isn't really defining THEM. It's defining YOURSELF."
(Not that I'm a saint, and do not judge anyone. I do. But I don't degrade them for something they are NOT. I give them credit to where they are due. Like.. Vettel. Or Button. I might not like them much, but I don't go saying they a piece of shit. Or rubbish. Funnily, these two used to be my favourites. All that, once upon a time.)












