A long summer of despair and separation, of no ball bouncing on the grass, of waka-waka without Amin shooting or Ravi twinsting and turning is on the verge of being put behind our back. The Codgers are back; the news will elicit joy and envy on both side of the Atlantic, a proof of our growing success, if not as footballers, at least as foot-bohemiennes.
Good news is that the Codgers are still here and ready to play; old faces, old friends: some will be sitting on on their parkbench like bookbend far away from Cyprus (from Qatar to Connecticut); others will fly the flag of the Codgers entering the pitch with new streght and vigour. Once more unto the breach, my friends! Can "El Gato", Ahmet the "Padrino" Usta, Ersan and Ersoy "the lethal Twins", Amin "the Machine" Momeni, Luca "The Sultan" Zavagno and Ali "The Prince of Persia" Levjardipour, will do their best to have fun and to run after the ball with the passion of the long-lost boyhood. Indeed, to borrow a quote from the recent Nobel prize for Literature,Mario Vargas Losas, playing football is like "writing a book: for one hour or so are totally cut off from the rest of the world, submerged in your obsessions and memories".
Long Life to the Codgers!!!!!
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