Kickoff can't come fast enough and sleep won't have me, so the jersey stays on and nothing else does. Come keep me company until morning?
Kickoff can't come fast enough and sleep won't have me, so the jersey stays on and nothing else does. Come keep me company until morning?
Made it to Rome and the city dragged me straight back out the door instead of letting me rest up for the Olimpico. These streets are not helping my focus one bit. Tell me where I should celebrate after the final whistle?
Couldn't sit still at home a minute longer, so I'm at the gate way too early with my boarding pass already soft from handling it. Rome, I'm yours for the whole match. Tell me what I should do with myself until boarding?
This Villarreal match has me too wired to stay dressed and the jersey is barely hanging on anymore. Come sit through the second half with me?
The shower was supposed to quiet my head before the flight and it did the opposite. Four days to Rome and I'm already running on no sleep. Tell me to get out, or tell me to stay.
Packing for Rome turned into trying everything on, and this slip dress refuses to come off. Six days suddenly feels very long from this couch. Tell me it makes the cut?
International break means a whole week with no football, and I woke up with no orders to follow either — worst combination for someone wired like me. Tell me what to do with my day?
Roma is eight days away and my suitcase is already open on the bed — half my closet is in play for one night out. Tell me which one makes the cut?
Deload week plus a nine-day countdown to Roma–Real Madrid is a dangerous combination, and coffee isn't fixing my head. Come distract me?
Fine, you win — Rome is booked and I've been grinning at the confirmation instead of sleeping. Come celebrate with me?