Finding a Home
I took a trip to Kuopio. My family being from Kuopio, it was Kuopion Palloseura, or KuPS for short, that was the local team. I know the manager their, Esa Pekonen. He was a very friendly chap. He was passionate about his football and he always put in 100% in to every little thing he did. When he wasn't training his team, he was planning for the future of the club, looking for things where he can improve or watching football. However, he has been under the eather recently. You see, he recently lost his mother in traumatic circumstances but he didn't like to show it. He needed a break from football and was very much considering resigning from KuPS to take a well-deserved break.
As I drove in to Kuopio, I saw an advertising board for KuPS. They were due to play a friendly today. I decided to go watch the game. I knew where the stadium was, it was hard to miss it. It only had 2700 seats but there was something umissable about that place. There was an aura there, like a ray of hope emnated from the synthetic surface there. The Savon Sanomat Areena just glowed. Not many trophies have been won there but walking in there was like walking in to a graveyard, so many memories and so many dreams. It was my favourite stadium in the world.
The friendly was against a team called PK-35. KuPS won 2-0, Venalainen and Ilo were the goalscorers that day. It was a good game. I met with Pekonen after the game. We were driving to a pub when a drunk, ragged man runs in front of my car. I braked quickly and stopped an inch from him. He walked to my window and I rolled it down. He was wearing a shirt from S-Market so I presumed he worked there. He had a name tag pinned to his chest. "Michael de la Parra", it read. He had short but dirty black hair and a sough stubble. He wore glasses that looked broken and he had a beer bottle in his left hand.
"Hey, looking for a good time?" he asks.
"I'm fine, thanks." I replied.
"Are you sure? You look like a man who needs a bit of ass to cover with his lubricant."
"Look, I'm not gay and I'm married so, no."
"I'll even pay you! I want an anal orgasm and I want it now!"
I drove away as fast as I could. "What a loon," I thought. Only Finland had people that mental. Little did I know that that wasn't the last I've seen of Michael de la Parra.
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