![]() Like maybe the author is a bloody talented bugger. Seriously, if you find another reason, then tell me too, because there has to be another one right? That is the only reason I can think of for why I read this 570 pages long book seven fucking times in the last 2 weeks. Warning: This post gets a little long, a bit crazy and quite ranty and you know. ![]() So she isn’t prepared for this version of Reiner Kulti who shows up to her team’s season: a quiet, reclusive shadow of the explosive, passionate man he’d once been. Sal had long ago gotten over the worst non-break-up in the history of imaginary relationships with a man who hadn’t known she’d existed. It didn’t take a week for 27-year-old Sal Casillas to wonder what she’d seen in the international soccer icon – why she’d ever had his posters on her wall or ever envisioned marrying him and having super-playing soccer babies. When the man you worshipped as a kid becomes your coach, it’s supposed to be the greatest thing in the world. ![]() “Trust me, I’ve wanted to punch you in the face a time or five.” ![]()
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