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The day the world turned to another side

London, Sunday, 2nd March 2003

The day the world turned to another side.

Everything seemed to change as we were introduced to the whole idea of growing up. Though things could get pretty rough at times but we were too tired of blaming ourselves and someone else that we finally decided to look at it from another point of view and gave up in answering back. Since we came up to this particular point of the moment we started to pull back and conclude matters on a less painful solution from the ones that were available, very different than those teenage years we had spent whinnng for our miserable destiny, our cheap looking clothes and the lack of support from our families on whatever we had pride in doing. Things had changed, alright.
It has been quite a while now, that I haven’t visited Leeds, though I know I had been there often to spend times with the Terriers, my pack of friends, at the Bricklayer’s Arms, the nearby pub, sharing footie jokes and daily stories. Things had been different there, too.
In my life things had turned to some sides never been recognized before, and when I had somehow learnt to realize that, they decided to turn again to a more unpredictable direction, like they just never seem to belong in one position.
Jon had moved back to London from Sheffield and scored a goal through the weekend, plus ending his goal with a magical finish to make it eligible in being the season’s most wondrous goal. In this case, I had realized just how much I feel grateful in having him around again. I was just glad that he had gone back to London. It’s absolutely correct what they say about not knowing what you got till it’s gone. Having missed Jon all these couple of weeks that he’s been away made me feel more human than I ever felt before he intended to leave. It might seem rather pathetic, but having Jon smiling among us again, sparking that very familiar glow of blue eyes, speaking the Cockney accent that was so filled with his aura again was kinda relieving. I was glad that he was back, and dearly hoping inside my deepest intention that he would stay, and this time, since it concerned Jon, I wasn’t that afraid in admitting what I feel.
Jason had also visited London to take care of the remaining moving permit, and to attend a celebration eve in one of London’s theatre, an event in which I wasn’t invited, I had this feeling that the event organizer might not want to waste anymore effort in inviting me to an event that doesn’t interest me, yet, the reputation on me was highly rated on party scenes, not in the formal ones. Jason was back here to put the pressure on me to come to the guys’ little frenzies, and it was nice to see him back to his usual state once again.
In Leeds, the terriers had been broken. Bow had moved to London to play with West Ham United until the end of the season, something that we had learnt these last few days. Woody had decided that he couldn’t imagine himself staying in Leeds without his double, and moved to a definite deal to Newcastle. Robbie, another extra part of the terriers had also moved to Manchester. Now, I was practically left with no other reason to visit Leeds again. Everybody who I ever had interest in seeing whenever I was there had moved away. It’s funny how time flies these days, especially when you thought that some days were actually longer than others. My fund raising was getting near, just a few more weeks until the big day, and things were more than hectic in the office that at times I could witness a living hell in these four walls bounded environment. I kind of felt jealous at times to the men at work in the basements of the office, they seemed to have better times than me, despite the fact that they earn far less. This is definitely not the type of works that I replied on when I signed in to the company. Yet it always felt as if I was getting further and further away from what my mind had in stored about my grown up days. If I had known this would have occur, I would have applied for a fashion designer instead, not that I was intending to be anywhere near Versace likes, maybe a sort of a British Narcisco Rodriguez would do. All I needed at the moment to ease the day was a nice set of Pint from the nearest pub, with my friends on my side, spilling out needless conversation about the weekend’s clash against the top teams of England and their cheesy little foreign strikers. I really missed those times, now, didn’t I?