Well maybe somebody will remember last year I was working in London. Then things went crap there and I came back to Italy brokenhearted, in low spirits and with no ideas about what to do with my life. Two months ago I came here to Dublin, a beautiful city full of beautiful people. Had my drinks, had my hard times, had my share of laughs and cries and hopes and fears.
Today they called me from a very big company (can't say the name but everybody knows it) and told me I am gonna start working in August. This means I am gonna stay here in Ireland for a long time, far from my parents that I love and from my country that I hate. A new beginning again, sometimes it feels like I have lived more lives than a cat, and every time it looks over I find the strength to go on and start over again.
So I fuckin' love myself and the person I am.
And that's fuckin' good.

See you on the pitch.