Friends that I miss...

When the weather is what it is here I can't help but miss the good times I had on Guadeloupe when i was there. And I miss all the good friends I made there. Such beautiful friends. But not only beautiful, with theese friends it truly was the inside that counted.

Sure, you meet friends like this wherever you travel, but some of the ones in Gwada I truly miss. Happily I took photos of them to remember them by. And now I want to share my memories with you, so here they are, some of the friends I met:

Tis guy we met the very first evening. Cool guy, but we wanted better companions so we never met him again after that.

We hung out many evenings with theese siblings, as they lived right next door from the hotel and they didn't demand a lot of money in order to come out and play. Maybe not the best of friends, but good enough.

This was an odd fellow. Met him in an restaurant and liked his name so we invited him to join us. That was before we realized that he was mixing it up with tequila, and some things just shouldn't be mixed so after a greeting we never heard from him again.

This was without a doubt the best friend we made on our trip to the islands. A local guy that had hardly ever even left the island. But what a guy. We hung out practically every night and had good old times. Him I miss most of all.

This little girl was another local one. She was pretty enough and decent company so we invited her a couple of evenings, but she didn't really leave much of a mark and was more of a hang-around than a real friend.

After realizing that it was unneccesary to meet the locals just a few at a time we got hold of a whole family of theese people. House and everything. They rode around with us on some of our excursions and made sure we enjoyed ourselves. Good guys and gals...

We even met a danish guy that had settled on the islands. He came around for a party but in the end we thought it was boring to hang around with people from scandinavia when we were in the carribbean so we parted ways soon after.

Well that was the gang, and what a gang... Just lucky that there are plenty of friends here at home to keep me from missing then too much!

/TSO

CALL TO ARMS

So it has finally come to pass. The event that so many has feard for such a long time.
The russian bear has been woken, and he is not happy. Swedish intelligence confirm that attacks are imminent.

According to early reports the first wave will hit the swedish defences somewhere around eight or nine this evening. Defence minister Mellberg claims that our readyness is good. Our defences will hold.
But we have all heard that before, and back then we decided to concede a walk over in the end.
But then again, now we have a ballistic shield system, operated by general Isaksson, as well as some very deadly offensive weapons and troops under the command of generals Ljungberg, Elmander and Larsson.
And let's not forget our globally feard doomsday weapon, codename "Ibrahimovic".

Then we have our guerilla leaders Svensson and Andersson that will haress the russian troops and cut off supply lines in order to drain the russian offence of any materials they might use to hurt us.
I know there are concerns that they are just not trained enough to handle a threat like the russians, but like all good guerillas they make up for lack of training with determination and heart.

So I say only this: Bring 'em on!
This time we truly are prepared and once the russian threat has been annialated we will turn our eyes towards europe and Holland. This is the time for a new age of greatness for Sweden, and we shall reign surpreme in Europe!
And then? THE WORLD!

(Mooahahahaha.....)


/The Scabrous One

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Plaster you gotta love it!

Thursday morning coming down

So it's two days since Sweden demolished Greece, as I right here on the blog predicted they would do, in the Euro's. 2-0 and greece didn't create one decent chance. (They did have one, but it was Daniel Andersson that created that for them)



The rest of that night is a bit of a blur, but it ended around four, half past four, in the morning. That was after a bit of a hawaii-night at the Rockbar. And off course walking across Göteborg home to majorna with the mandatory stop at 7s Fastfood (loose translation, 7ans Gatukök) where mashed potatoes and meatballs were devoured much like the ancient T-Rex would devour an unlucky, and five minutes later extremely extinct, creature.

And since yesterday was spent beeing severly hung over and at work it didn't leave much time to reflect over the win here on the blog. Now I feel alittle better and it's time to make my entry.

Just in time to start getting exiced about the Spain game on saturday. I will also get a visit from Majk, an exile stockholmer living in Lund. Beers will be drunk and all will be well. And even if Sweden do not beat Spain we still have a good chance of going through by beating Russia in the last game so the nerves will be under control hopefully.

I would also like the thank Australia for the support and faith that surley helped Sweden in their win agains Greece. And also I'd like to say that off course there would be a 3a.m. text. If Sweden plays well the whole world should know it right away. :)

Also, I give myself a pat on the back for completing the longest entry in the history of the blog. And also thank you, for reading all the ramblings.

/The Scabrous One

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Only 25 minutes left, and im so nervous its not even fun anymore.


Lets show those greek bastards how the game is played.



/Instructum Abnormalis

GO SWEDEN!!

Today is the day!
And we all know from the previous videos what to expect of the team. But what of us the fans? All who were at the game in berlin will remember this, and get goosebumps!
Everyone else will hopefully feel the atmosphere and find inspiraton there!

And if the greeks hope to have the wieght of history at their back (300 free greeks did after all hold of 200000 persians...) then they are severley misstaken as 11 vikings easily would have cut right through their defence. Much like they will later today.

Only today the names of the vikings will be Ibrahimovic, Bakirciuglü and what not. It's a brave new world, but one thing remains the same. All around the world people still pray silently as they once did in england:
"Save Us O' Lord From The Wrath Of The Norsemen!"

/TSO

Today it begins......

Today is the day we all have been waiting for, its the day when the european championschip in football kickoff.
Its the greatest day of the year.
Its the day that starts a almost month long football spree with top notch matches everyday.
Its the day that all the brewers out in europe have been waiting for.
Its the day when thousands and thousand of people all over the world will call in sick or take out vacation.
Its the day that starts an almost month long agony for hundred of thousands of dedicated supporters all over the world.
Its the day when the sun shines.
Its the day when you will stay inside and watch football no matter how fine the weather is.
Its the day that start the struggle between nations.
Its the day when you will be thorn between hope and dissapointment.
Its the day when you will sitt infront of the TV and shou never surrender.
It is the day when we all will call for a classic "Em klapp klapp klapp, Em klapp klapp klapp"

Building traditions

Following Saint Devils entry yesterday, when he brought back some beautiful memories, I thought we'd make it a daily countdown to the Greece game to show a video of swedens former triumphs. First I was thinking about something from 2004 when sweden played really well. But that only brought memories of how we went out of that tournament.
So instead I will go with this magic moment when we were the ones to keep our cool and go though.

Enjoy!





/TSO

Get your priorities straight...

In times like theese, with the Euro 08 tournament 'round the corner and the fever buiding in anticipation there are those that would claim to have better things to do than writing about swedens route to gold. Or embarressment. Whatever the case may be.

This person would claim that it is more important to write about a very poor friend who´s going to fight on a bicycle and ride around a lake all day (to end up where he started as well) than cheer Mother Svea on against the vile Spain.

So, therefor I was thinking that i must do something about this poor blogg. I felt it was my duty to take this blogg to a higher level, and put some serious stuff in to it.

Make your self comfortable, relax and enjoy this highlights. Remember that we can do it again, it´s almost the same players back in the old good days as it´s now! We are getting older, they are getting older. We are getting better, are they?




SD

Get your priorities straight...

In times like theese, with the Euro 08 tournament 'round the corner and the fever buiding in anticipation there are those that would claim to have better things to do than follow swedens route to gold. Or embarressment. Whatever the case may be.

This person would claim that it is more important to sit on a bicycle and ride around a lake all day (to end up where you started as well) than cheer Mother Svea on against the vile Spain.

I am not naming any names, but SD I'm looking at you...

Bicycle-people like that only deserve one fate, as demonstrated in the picture below.
Who will do the deed is undecided, since every normal person is watching the game. We may have to hire a norweigan... Ole Gunnar Babyface may need some extra cash since he can no longer play football... Well...could he ever? ;)

You have been warned...

/TSO

Congratulations!

Today we tip our hat and congratulate IA on his birthday. The official beer was drunk last friday (and what a outing that was. Judging by that night we should be closer to 14 than anything else...), but today is the day he officially took that step that pushed him closer to 50 than his birth.

And I think you'll all join me in telling him: It can, and will, only go downhill from here.

Cheers you drunken bastard!


/TSO

No surrender!

Nuff said