The female Mike Tyson

To cheer me up a little bit I went to the cafe around my neighbour. Had a nice coffee and waited for the match Israel-Portugal to start.

There was this extremely ugly girl, I mean like dog ugly, sitting on a table rolling a cigarrette. She rolled well for a girl. Her nationality was uncovered when everyone in the room realized she was cheering for Israel. I laughed my ass off and asked her if she was israeli or just hated Portugal. She said her father was an Israeli immigrant in Portugal. I said - Interesting.

Ten minutes after I said outloud to no one in particular that the Portuguese under 21 team is wicked and the defense seemed to be working pretty well and that in this game Israel wouldnt score.

The girl stood up, hit her fist on the table and said: "I'll put 20 euros in your pocket if Israel doesn't score! Otherwise you put 20 in mine."
That was pretty exciting man. I said, as you wish ;)

Then we(the team) decided to shoot many balls inside the Israeli goal. As each ball got in the girl got reder and reder she was like a dog with a tomatoe face. I never wished so much moshe could be around, I think you'd have laughe a lot. From time to time she said (I presume) some really nasty stuff in hebrew, as her body language at least indicated so. Is it banzona? or something like that? She said that one many times, maybe it aint the strongest but the only one I could catch...I tried to calm her down and have a chat but she wasnt willing.

We didn't see the game end because there was an electrical Power problem so I watched until like 84 minutes, Israel didnt score til then (I think nor til the end either im gonna check) so 20 Euros in my pocket and she left in a hurry. For the first time in 2 days I smiled again. As i was walking joyfully home with a small smile on my face my aunt appears in her car from God knows where, stops it, gets out, doesnt say a thing and punches me in absolute surprise on my left cheek with such a blow that I fell down and hit my head slightly on the floor. Slightly enough to make a cut, not big enough for stitches though. I currently weight 93 kg, now that's a lot for a 50 year old woman to put down.

After I got up she already was inside the car. I walked home calmly with blood running down from my right temple, it didn't bother me. My mum got worried and asked what happened-Got into a fight mum it's nothing dont worry.

My father didn't even ask: "Are you ok?"

Anyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyhow, no stitches and 20 euros in my pocket, just well sore inside.

I have a mate here who told me to try to always look at shit in a positive way, not only negative.
The only one i see is that I now have a cut next to my still swollen eye to make him company.

Ah and the 20 Euros...and Poleo's Post...it made me laugh after cleaning me up and changing shirt ahha.