my sweetie got injured!
Jun. 25th, 2006 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321What a horrible, horrible game! And my darling!Cristiano Ronaldo got injured and limped off in the 33rd minute, in tears! But he was well out of the scrappy melée of a game that ensued. What a mockery of a match.
T'h (before the 33rd minute): I love the way Ronaldo runs.
Me: (gets up and imitates the way Ronaldo runs)
T'mother (after the 33rd minute): Why is he crying? Does it hurt a lot?
Me: No, he's crying because he has to stop playing and has been sent to bed early.
T'mother: Is he very young?
Me (dipping into suspiciously deep fount of knowledge): He's 21. (and yes, he's young, omg, the poor little sweetie pie, omg look at him weeping, I am in TV heaven)
T'h (drily): Lobelia loves Ronaldo weeping even more than she loves Ronaldo running.
Me: Yes, alas, this is true. (wishes she had taped the bloody match to drool over weepster!C. Ronaldo at odd moments during t'coming days)
T'father (sagely): Football is the sport where men are allowed to have emotions.
T'mother: And if you want to see really happy men, you have to see them once they've scored a goal.
I love my parents. They're over here to share the soccer madness. Um, I meant to attend t'son's Holy Communion which was today and was lovely. We sat in the garden and ate German tortes; it was a bit hectic, too, with so many guests but now calm has returned.
Pics of my sweetie cuteypie C. Ronaldo weeping at the World Cup 2006:
Pics of how honeybunny Ronaldo got injured, poor little baby:
Bonus pics of darling C. Ronaldo weeping at Euro 2004 when he was only 19, oh the cuteness:
And here are people always criticising weeping men in fanon for being unrealistic!! *is gleeful because abjectly adores the weeping men -- well, in this case, the weeping boy*
*is also shamelessly Mary Sueish (or rather Mary Motherish) in abrogating the first-person possessive pronoun to self with respect to Cristiano Ronaldo*
As there are no other fans on my flist to vie for his attention, I can safely say that for the first time in my LJ experience, a boy is well and truly "my bitch" (remember that lotrips appellation?) Oh, the rps life is all flooding back to me now, the late-night web trawls for google-pics, the latest premieres/matches...
T'h (before the 33rd minute): I love the way Ronaldo runs.
Me: (gets up and imitates the way Ronaldo runs)
T'mother (after the 33rd minute): Why is he crying? Does it hurt a lot?
Me: No, he's crying because he has to stop playing and has been sent to bed early.
T'mother: Is he very young?
Me (dipping into suspiciously deep fount of knowledge): He's 21. (and yes, he's young, omg, the poor little sweetie pie, omg look at him weeping, I am in TV heaven)
T'h (drily): Lobelia loves Ronaldo weeping even more than she loves Ronaldo running.
Me: Yes, alas, this is true. (wishes she had taped the bloody match to drool over weepster!C. Ronaldo at odd moments during t'coming days)
T'father (sagely): Football is the sport where men are allowed to have emotions.
T'mother: And if you want to see really happy men, you have to see them once they've scored a goal.
I love my parents. They're over here to share the soccer madness. Um, I meant to attend t'son's Holy Communion which was today and was lovely. We sat in the garden and ate German tortes; it was a bit hectic, too, with so many guests but now calm has returned.
Pics of my sweetie cuteypie C. Ronaldo weeping at the World Cup 2006:
Pics of how honeybunny Ronaldo got injured, poor little baby:
Bonus pics of darling C. Ronaldo weeping at Euro 2004 when he was only 19, oh the cuteness:
And here are people always criticising weeping men in fanon for being unrealistic!! *is gleeful because abjectly adores the weeping men -- well, in this case, the weeping boy*
*is also shamelessly Mary Sueish (or rather Mary Motherish) in abrogating the first-person possessive pronoun to self with respect to Cristiano Ronaldo*
As there are no other fans on my flist to vie for his attention, I can safely say that for the first time in my LJ experience, a boy is well and truly "my bitch" (remember that lotrips appellation?) Oh, the rps life is all flooding back to me now, the late-night web trawls for google-pics, the latest premieres/matches...