The sky cried and so did I. It was the type of storm that forces self-reflection; the storms that you can’t quite remember when exactly it started, you just look outside and realize that it’s raining. You cringe at the fact that you wore a short sleeved shirt that day —like Flamini— and that you had once again forgotten to pack an umbrella. So you stare outside, pitiful and powerless against the unrelenting weather.
You watch your car get drenched in the rain, thinking that at least it’s getting a wash. You watch till the constant sound of it sends you into a daydream, a beautiful relief interrupted by a ray of light that breaks through the granite sky, and for a few seconds you think the sun will persevere before the drizzle returns like the dreaded Arsenal injury bug. You sigh heavily, the storm and the light, the darkness and hope, allegory of life.
It’s the North London Derby, and make no mistake: LONDON IS RED. Come on you Gunners!
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Even journalists asked for his autograph, the ultimate sin. Even the fans who make the most intimidating stadium in Europe stood and applauded for Kaka. He dashed across the field at Celtic Park in November like he did on that famous night in 2007 against Manchester United when two defenders ran into each other as he headed the ball by them.
What’s always present is his composure. Kaka stands tall and scans and navigates the field while running with perfect posture. (That’s all the more remarkable given that he was almost left paralyzed after slipping off a slide at a swimming pool.) Not all of the passes hit the target, although not much is hasty either. And when it’s just him and the ‘keeper, he often rolls the ball into the net, gently.