The European thrills have pulled me in; the exodus of the hooligan inside has brought me to a soccer match in the fair city of Leeds. Now, I know it is called football in Europe, but even when I use the proper European terms, I leave the non-Americans confused. It seems as though all non-Americans assume when the dumb American kid uses the word football, he is talking about American football, but are very quick to correct/point/laugh when the term soccer is used. Therefore, in sticking with my true corn fed American roots, I will use the term soccer. Laugh on Brits...
Not to bore you with semantics of my day to day European language, I did attend a riveting match between Leeds United and Manchester City. The lastly ranked Leeds United is in desperate need of wins to avoid elimination from the UEFA Cup. In a close game won by a penalty kick (a questionable call at that), the lastly ranked team, pulled their ranking up to second to last.
You will have to excuse the lateness of this post as I did not find the time to write it on the day of the match (Monday). Time has been found though on my near 9 hour flight back to Minneapolis, where I will spend a long/short (depends how you look at it) 4 day weekend.
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