We here at COS Towers love a bit of nostalgia and we think that you do too.
As kids we all remember playing footie until it got dark, or until that irritating kid decided
we couldn't use his ball anymore, and we all recall with alarming vividness pretending to score a
goal in the manner of our heroes.
I'm writing this post in order to bring some hope to you men (mostly), whose partners for life
give them a hard time over their fascination with the beautiful game. I'll start at the end:
In May 2009, a business trip "forced" me to go to Barcelona. The trip happened to coincide with
a home match against Villareal, and I hoped that the game would be the championship game.
