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Thursday, October 12, 2004

It’s early morning and even though I’m not old enough to drive, I’m driving down the German autobahn in my brand new Aston Martin. The silver-coloured car is like an arrow in the air - fast and silent. There are no cars on the road, except for me of course. Everybody is probably still a sleep, which is very convenient, as it gives me an opportunity to see what this car really can. After a while I have laid Germany behind me. I’m about to make the first stop today. In Geneva in Switzerland. I just want to take a look at my bank account. On the bank account the zeros can’t be on the computer screen so instead of spending time to look at a trivial number. I decide to tip the “black suit” behind the desk and leave. I want to cancel all business appointments – this is going to be a perfect day! I call my mum and dad and say that they don’t have to expect me to join them at the dinner table tonight, because I will be elsewhere. I turn off my phone. I don’t want it to disturb me today. I want to decide where to spend my morning. It’s still early, so I can reach the next plane. Australia? Nargh… Surfing isn’t my best! Paris? No, been there too many times. Monaco? It’s almost just around the corner. Doesn’t sound bad. The V12 engine makes a deep noise, and I’m about to start my perfect day.

It’s almost eleven as I reach Monaco. I’m starving. I decide to stop at a hotel where they serve the most delicious food. The place is called “Le Vistamar”, and it’s just by the harbour. I call for a waiter. He tells me all about the fancy menus, which is cooked by the famous French chef Joel Garault. The waiter keeps on talking. Seafoods, champagne, caviar and so on. When he has spoken for a while, he lets me order. Just to provoke I order a giant cheeseburger with a cola. The waiter looks insulted as he leaves my table. I can’t stop laughing. I eat my burger and leave. Even though it’s October it’s incredible warm. I have to take of my jacket. For a while I just walk around in the streets, watch the enormous yachts and feed the pigeons with white bread. It feels wonderful to walk around and know, that I don’t have anything I have to do. I walk up a long stair, to Louis the Fourteen’s Palace. It’s a large white palace with a huge fountain in front of the building. Guards are guarding the entrance to make sure, that no one who isn’t welcome passes. There’s always a crowd in front of the palace. And right now I’m in the middle of it. After I have looked at the palace for a while, I think it’s time to move on. This time I’m sure where to!

The rain drops falls down from the cloudy sky. People are very noisy. Everything is very expensive. It probably doesn’t sound like the best conditions to spend a perfect day, but this is surely going to be one of the highlights of my life. People are everywhere in the streets. All dressed in either red or white. I’m in the middle of Manchester on a cold and rainy autumn day. The two best football clubs in the world are to compete in Champions League, the tournament of the champions – Real Madrid and Manchester United. 68.000 spectators have paid to see their club. And both sides expect nothing less but come out the winner. The match is a drama, and maybe the best match I ever have seen. The crowd is enthusiastic about the match. People sing songs to support their team. I’m among the Manchester United fans. Ever since I was a child I have wanted to see a match on Old Trafford, as the stadium is called. Yet I’m doing it! Real Madrid takes the lead early in the game and scores. One goal in front they start to concentrate on their defence. Rest of the game Manchester attacks. With thirty minutes left of the game Manchester scores a beauty of a goal. It’s all even. Everybody is shouting - me included. If this is going to be a perfect day Manchester must win! The game is still tied and the match is almost over. A Manchester player tackles the ball on the middle of the pitch and starts a counter attack – GOOAAL! 2-1! The referee blow his whistle and the match is over. People are exploding. It’s incredible how much football influence some people’s life! As I walk out of the stadium, I wonder where I want to go. I could cross the Atlantic Ocean…

My second sport event of the day is about to start. “Iron” Mike Tyson is challenger to Nicolay “the Beast from the East” Valulev’s WBO-world champion belt. This match is about to start in an arena, which has hosted some of the greatest match’s in history, like Muhammed Ali vs. Joe Fraizer. I’m in Madison Square Garden in New York. No doubt, the spectators would rather see Tyson win than Valulev. Tyson is a real celebrity. He is always in the medias – on good and bad. Loud music starts and the referee present the competitors. He ends his talking with the sentence: “Lets get ready to rumble!!!” The bell rings and the boxers start to fight. Valulev is clearly Tyson superior. In the start of round 3 Valulev hits Tyson four times in a robe a Tyson falls down. Tyson is bleeding from the eye, and the referee has to ask the doctor whether it is responsible to let the match go on. The doctor and the referee have made a decision. Tyson isn’t fit to continue boxing. Valulev keeps his championship. The spectator’s walks away disappointed. I’m glad Tyson lost. He isn’t my idea of a role model!

The night is coming closer. I better find a hotel. I take the first and the best hotel - Jolly Hotel in the middle of Madison. It’s very expensive, but I’m very tired so I don’t care… Zzz zzz zzz!

Friday, October 13, 2004

I wake up… In my own bed… I’m a bit confused! No, it’s Friday the 13. It was all just a dream. But who knows, maybe one day my dreams will become reality!