No words necessary.
That’s Mesut’s pass and Benz’s goal. Ok, admittedly I may have squealed a bit when I first saw it. But my hubby was the one that gushed, “Outside of the foot… perfect placement… Oh My God.” That’s why he’s allowed me my “free card”. Because he loves him too. 🙂
Just a couple of pics of the celebration after the jump.
This morning I went to Crossfit and had a moment of nostalgia. I got to race with the big boys just like I used to do when I was a kid. For those that aren’t familiar with Crossfit it’s an exercise methodology that is based around the premise of creating “complete” athletes. It incorporates weight lifting, cross-training, running, gymnastics, and basically every kind of exercise you can imagine, developing strength, skills, and balance. Every day there is a WOD or Work-Out of the Day. Well, today’s WOD involved sprints. And for some unknown reason, any time running is involved, I panic. Even when I was a soccer and field hockey player in high school and could run for 90 minutes during a game, I’d panic before practice if I knew we were doing suicides or “One Lap Ahead”. Today was no different.
It would be remiss of me to not dedicate my first “special footballer” post to Mesut Ozil, my most favorite of all players out there in the world of football. I’m just a little hesitant to start such an endeavor, knowing I may not be able to stop writing, or uploading images. My library of pics and gifs has grown so large, it’s going to be difficult to choose just a few. However, I’m sure I’ll have good reason to post about him often, so I’ll just spread them out. But first, let’s start with what I believe he deserves to be known for above all else… his incredible skills and talent as a footballer.
Part 1 was posted prior to this and should be read first…
Just a little quick background before I begin to write how football could have POSSIBLY changed my life in the significant ways I was implying in my previous post…
I was born an athlete. Not a very GOOD one, but one all the same. My earliest memories are of challenging my older brothers and their friends to sprints in the backyard, despite being 2 and 3 years younger than them (and quite small). I can remember that desire to beat them and make them think, “WOW! She’s really fast! I almost got beat by a girl!”