The fog on ennui has lifted like the humidity after a rainstorm. I’m a champion of Europe for club and country. I’m the winner of the Golden Boot. I’m young, talented, and my hair is among the most ridiculous in world football. I’m talented, no one can dispute that. I’m good, right?
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT YOU FUCKER.
So, why, why don’t I feel fulfilled? Why can no trophy fill this gaping hole in my soul?
Oh god. Why have you turned my life into this grotesque parody? I have everything I’ve ever wanted and its all so hollow. Mother was right, I should have been a Priest. Staying out the box never would have been a problem then.
FUCK IT. FUCK ALL OF YOU. I’M THE GREATEST I’M THE BEST I’M THE GOLDEN BOOT YOU FUCK- you you a bloo bloo bloo