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I am a convert. I used to bleed red but now my blood carries a blue undertone. I am an FC Barcelona fan. I’m more than a fan, I’m an addict. I live for Messi’s tricks and yearn to break the hearts of the Madridistas.  Soccer is my boyfriend. Soccer is my life and FC Barcelona is my heroin.

I am leading a double life. On the weekdays I am the girl reading Perezhilton.com whilst trying to juggle Philosophy and English readings at the same time. I don’t drink, dance or party. I am a conservative.

But when the weekend rolls around, my dress transforms into a red and blue striped jersey; my eyes become thirsty for the blood of the Madridistas and my heart beats to “Tot El Camp”. I forget about school, family and friends. The only thing on my mind is strategy, luck and hope. For two hours of the weekend, I am free to holler, chant and just BE in the moment.

If only others can feel the way how I feel when Iniesta concocts a last minute sheer of brilliance to win the game, or when Captain Puyol weathers the storm and sets up a brilliant counter-attack. Am I one of a kind or just in the wrong country speaking the wrong tongue?

Leading a double-life is hard especially when your’re a first year student! What infuriates me is the fact that it’s a Saturday and instead of watching Messi and Ibra OWN Getafe, I am reading Plato at a steady comprehension rate of five words per minute.

My question of the day is: Can one be an obsessive compulsive soccer fan and a university student at the same time?

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