I remember in 2005 when I was I Italy, with my old football team. That was one of the best trips ever, and I really wish we all could go back some day. It’s called Limone Cup, and it’s pretty close to the Lake Garda. We traveled a long way from Hjørring to Lazise, before going to the place where we were suppose to live, we got free pass to the third biggest theme park in Europe Gardaland, which was pretty cool and exiting. After a couple of hours, we went to the place we were suppose to live for the whole week. It was a nice and clean place, and we all had each our own little “house” to live in. Almost like having your own apartment. Our small houses were 2-5 minutes away from the lake, so every morning we were a lot of boys that went down there to take a swim. We were suppose to get early op every single morning, and I’m afraid to admit that I’m a heavy sleeper, and it takes time for me to wake up, the pure cold water from the lake kept me fresh the whole day. I wish water from the Lake Garda were sold I bottles, because then I could keep myself going 24/7. Doing the day we were playing football in the tournament, which went pretty good in the first couple of games, were we won. Doing the night we met a group of girls from Fyn, that we hang out with, and we had a pretty good time, and we all walked down the lake at night and took a swim. After that we went back to our houses, and prepared for party, were we later went out again. The parties were decent, but as always, there are trouble makers, and these boys were from Kastrup. These boys were hunting down everyone, which was related to my club. I understand why they were mad at our older players, because they did some really mean things, to some of them. But I still think they crossed the line, by blaming everyone that was from Hjørring, event hoe they had nothing to do with it. I remember when they caught one from my club. They gave him one hell of a beat, it was so bad. And after giving him a beat, they called on everyone from their own team, and dragged the boy under a tree, so everybody could see him. Then they forced him to eat these dirty old flowers and leaf, until he started to throw up and cry really bad. After that, they lifted him over to a big garbage can, that they throw him in, and sealed it, so he couldn’t get out. A bit time after, we found him. He was totally quiet, and didn’t say anything in a long time, because he was so choked. The next day we all tried to forget about the whole thing even hoe it was hard. We wanted revenge so bad, but we knew that wouldn’t solve anything. But we had to forget it, because the final was just around the corner, so we had to focus. When we made it to the final, we played against a team from Argentina. They had a good technique, but they were simply too small, so we ran them over, and won the match without any problems, and I even scored the first goal of the match. It was cool, that there was so many people there, just to see us play the final. That gave us all some kind of a rush. When we got back from the final we all just relaxed. It was on hell of a week, so we all needed a moment of silence. Then we started to pack down all our stuff, because the next day we had to leave. So the next morning we took a last swim, and said bye to the girls from Fyn, and then went over to the bus, that was driving strait back to Denmark.
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