“Bottom of the 4th quarter. :05 seconds to go, game is tied. Jordan for the win … 3 … 2 … 1 … baaaang!!” We (Zizou and I) sat on the park bench for what seemed to be hours, watching these
London futbol. London swag. London rain. London game. London fame. London tube station. London madness. Tearing up the pitch in London with the little bro Sameday. Blessed.
Futbol has no language, color, boundary, or limits. Absolutely sad as I head home today as how do you leave those you enjoy so much? … love these boys and will truly miss them … I’ve learned so much from playing with ALL of you. Thank you brothers for making ‘futbol
My book of rhymes … the kangaroo leather boots that drive excellence and precision on the pitch. We grew up shining our boots with leather food and saving nickels & dimes just to buy those copa mundials. Best days of my childhood and they continue until today.
I took this picture while walking the streets of Soor (Tyre), Lebanon. What amazes me is the world advances, develops and people upgrade their phones, cars and homes but one