FL - Steven Gerrard...

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the One, the Only... Steven Gerrard, a.k.a. Stevie G., a.k.a. Captain Fantastic, a.k.a. the best friggin' player in the world! And these are not even my words. They are Zinedine Zidane's. And I completely agree. For me, this is the greatest midfielder in England and out of it. Capello, don't even think about going against Spain on November 11th without Gerrard. He's not only the brain and the driving force, he is also the soul for every team he plays for.

Before even starting to talk about skills, which he has in abundance, I have to say that this player has the most amazing behavior and attitude anyone can have. He clearly shows that he is in love with the game, and completely dedicated to his one and only team, Liverpool.

This is the man that will sit among the crowd, while his team is playing and he is injured. This is the man that will kiss his club's motto before every game. This is the man that will shake hands and congratulate every single member of the team he's playing against, no matter if he wins or loses. This is the man that will always be there for every team mate. He stands for what I think of as the soul of the game and the team.

But words are just segments. The truth lies in the facts. First of all, I have to point out that his very first international goal was against Germany (Take that, Bastian!), during the World cup 2002 Qualifications. He opened the crucial result for Liverpool during the Champions League Final in 2005 against A.C. Milan. You can say that the free-kick goal is now his notorious trade mark. He's taken part in Euro 2000 and Euro 2004, as well as World Cup 2006 and World Cup 2010, the latter as a captain. He is also the captain of Liverpool, bearing the nickname of captain Fantastic! (I wasn't joking in the first sentence).

All that said, it would be pointless to list all the awards and nominations he has ever received. I will only say one last congratulations to him. This Saturday, Liverpool played against Manchester United. The very first goal, that formed the draw between the two teams was Gerrard's. Not only that, it was his first 2011/12 season league goal after more than six months off the field due to an injury. Welcome back, Gerrard, and let's hope we see more of that at Anfield and on international grounds.

By the way, a quick off-topic. I just saw that he is the exact same height as Bastian Schweinsteiger, a football player that I consider to be the next Gerrard. And the weirdness continues. Gerrard is number 8 in Liverpool, and Schweini is number 7 in Germany National Team. Coincidence much?

Steven Gerrard's soundtrack song (the music representing the power of his skill):

And I just have to say this (*innocent looking face*). But seriously, if you think that I like footballers, because I think they're hot, you're wrong. I think they're hot, if they play good!:

And since he deserves far more than one clip, I present to you, the Football God:

And the purest Gerrard skill:

Gerrard forever!!! The true English legend.

FL - Schweinsteiger...

Bastian. Schweinsteiger. Schweinsteiger, Bastian. Bastian Schweinsteiger. No matter how many times I write this name, I get the mixed desire to kiss my screen and then throw it out the tenth floor of my building. Yes, this is the one player that I unconditionally, indeniably, indefinitely want to hate-f**k.

Let me tell you, this guy has definitely caught my attention. Usually, the situation goes as follows. I am watching some football game, either Bayern Munchen or the German National Team. Suddenly, I see this player that's running with the ball, and the only thing I can do is sit and watch and admire the way he dribbles and shoots and scores... And the moment the ball hits the net, I remember that this is MY team's goal, and the words: "Schweinsteiger, you flawless son of a...", escape my mouth.

Seriously, he is good. He is so damn good. I watch Germany only because of him (and my mother's crazy, obsessed boyfriend, but that's not the point). For some unknown reason, he has been on my mind this entire week, so he snatches the well-deserved first post from my new series. You may think: "But he's just a player, not a legend." Well, let me tell you something. This is my friggin' blog, so I decide who is the legend here? Got that? OK!

Yesterday, I was on the verge of killing myself, when I realized that Bastian and me had a story. Oh, yeah, a long juicy story, which made me question my sanity for the last 24 hours. Those few of you who know me, might remember that I am a die-hard England National Team fan. And when Germany' lousy, cheating ass got England kicked out the World Cup 2010, I swore never to show any affection towards a German player, no matter if he is a damn football GOD!

So, you can imagine my utter surprise (and following desperation) when I found a small entry in a diary of mine that I wrote the summer of 2006. "Dear Diary," it said, "I just watched the World Cup game between Germany and Portugal. Germany won, but a few days ago, they lost from Italy. I was so sad. Germany is the best team all time. They even have this player, who is just amazing, but I don't know his name. When I find out, I'll tell you. Until then, I'm starting to watch football forever."

I swear none of the contents have been altered in any way, even the poor grammar. My mind was crushed. Not only I supported Germany, but it was also the reason why I started watching football! Seriously? Already feeling as a traitor, I decided to hunt down the son of a bitch that was responcible for this. And after hours of research on the team, I found him...

Bastian. Schweinsteiger. Number 7. Well, God DAMN! Why? Why? WHY? The guy who made my life a living hell in World Cup 2010. Seriously why is life so unfair. I never knew why 7 was my favorite number, but one thing I know is that I liked it because of the amazing anonymous football player from 2006. How the fuck am I supposed to know that it was Bastian friggin' Schweinsteiger!!! Ok, after my life is officially over...

I have to say that he really is a teriffic player. And he is very good-looking too. If my religion allowed it, he would be one of my favorite players in the world. But due to sacred restrictions, I can only dedicate to him the first post of this epic football saga. So, Schweini, das ist für dich, meine geheime Liebe! Ich werde dich vergessen... Ich hoffe. Ah, Scheisse!!!

Bastian Schweinsteiger's Soundtrack (speaks for itself):

After careful consideration, I want to add a second song for his soundtrack (there is no hidden message, trust me... or is there?):

And now, let's admire some pure soccer skills (unfortunately for Man City):

P.S. Please, God of Football, please, forgive me!

Football Legends...

This is just a quick post to introduce my brand new series of present football legends. I feel too inspired around all the games from the English Premier Leagie, Carling Cup, Champions League and Euro 2012 Qualifications. Since football is in my blood, I decided to start a small blog series about all the football players I admire. I will not be sorting them by teams, achievements, or age, just the order, in which they occur to me.

If any other die-hard football fans are reading this, comment below or write me an e-mail which are your favorites and maybe they will get their own spot in my brand new collection of football awesomeness.

So, as a starter, ladies and gentlemen(maybe the second is more appropriate), I present to you the best FIFA World Cup Song ever written: Germany 2006 - Celebrate the Day. The first world cup I ever watched, and it pains me to admit that I was in love with the... German... team. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but... truth hurts. No, let's face it, they are one of the best teams out there. But, only one team has my heart now - ENGLAND! So, let's get in the mood: