My entire existance is based on getting kicked...hard. In the head no less.
So if you are going to kick me at the goal, if you HAVE to kick me at the goal, for God's sakes, hit the net.
I'm tired of hitting the crossbar.
And do me a favor people, for the love of God, try for just once, I beg of you: gently guide me down the field with feather soft taps of the foot...feather soft.
I ask for so little.
Jiminy Christmas!
