Pele, my personal fave
June 3, 2010
So FIFA’s a couple of seconds away- starts June 11, and as always- I can’t wait.
I was raised with football. I was taught the lingo. Pele and Maradona were the Kings. I said Beckenbauer before I said nailpolish. I knew of no other Kingdom except for the Football one. GOAAAALLL was like saying please, thankyou and sorry.
And for some reason I can’t stop thinking of Pele today. May God protect him and his health.
When he released the Pele Mastercard, I attended the ceremony, saw him for real and got my very own Pele Mastercard. He taught me finance. I learnt why it was bad to max out a credit card.
I used to believe he was friends with both my grandfathers (may they rest in peace), despite the fact that they did not speak the same languages and lived at opposite ends of the earth. But then again, I believed in Rainbow Brite and that Spiderman would propose when I’d grow up. Spiderman doesn’t exist btw.
So this one’s for you Grandpa Pele. 17 and you worked your magic on Sweden. You made 1958 a good year. Four FIFA world cups and three gold medals sure is somethin.
I’m speechless. I adore what you are about. You are a living legend. You make me wana shed happy tears.