Chapter 9 - A Good Night’s Sleep
When you walk through a storm. Hold your head up high. And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm. There's a golden sky. And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain. Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on walk on with hope in your heart. And you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk alone.
I sat at a bar in Rotterdam with all the fans of Feyenoord. I ordered a glass of Blue Label. I dont like whiskey but this was a whiskey ocassion. I clapped infront of the fans and heard them sing my name. I drank some whiskey and placed the glass on the bar. I was thinking about the match, thinking out an analysis in my head. I felt a clap on shoulder or more like a slap. I quickly turned around and saw the face of Colin Kazim-Richards. ”Boss, cheer up we won.” ”Oh, I'm just thinking about the game.
It was getting cold but the AC was still on I took on my jacket and went to the cab. The cab was in a matter of seconds crowded with fans and journalists all around. BWAHHHHH... I threw up in the cab and BWAHHHHH... I threw up again. The pressure was getting to me. ”Drive! Drive i said.”
We went of in the speed of light it felt like. The cab driver turned around and asked for my autograph I gave to him. 15 minutes later I was at the door I knocked and my wife opened the door. ”Joan! Youre all pale what has happened?”
I couldnt answer and threw up again I took a chair and sat myself in the kitchen.
A painkiller and some water was all I needed right now. My wife called on me ”Joan! Im going to sleep care to join me?” ”Ill be there in a second honey.”
It didnt make sense. I guess it would all make sense after a good night’s sleep.