I have removed the picture of my wife from the bedside table and I have put his. That goal in the final deserves it.
I convinced Mr Andres, the priest, to remove from the altar that crucifix that’s such an old hat and put up his picture, actual-size, presiding.
I cry whenever I see him and I collapse if he gets injured. You don’t know how it buggers me when someone has a go at him on TV!
And he’s very full of himself because he’s worth it. And I think it’s OK that he earns millions. After all, he trains 5 times per week. And if necessary, I’ll wipe his feet with my hair.
And when I see a T-shirt with his name, I kiss it.
He is my everything.