My life, my story, my team.

 I’ve decided to do something  unusual.. to share with you my story.

The last two years were very difficult for me & the hardest in my life & until now, I haven’t  actually shared this, I haven’t actually admitted it to anyone.

In this 2 years I lost 3 family members – my granddad, my great granddad & my great grandmother.Coping with their loss was extremely hard for me.Losing them was unexpected & painful. I owe them so much & I’ve promised myself that will never ever give up on my dreams, I will never let people to take me down.. I know they’re watching over me now.

In this 2 years, I’ve ‘lost’ people who I thought were my friends, but no. I’ve learned that people will only be with you when they want something, they won’t be with you when you need them.I’ve learnt that the only people who will be with me always are my family.

During this 2 years, the only one thing that was keeping me alive was Manchester United. Yes, think whathever you want,think that these words are clichés, but this is the truth.Being a United fan helped me grow up & made me realize how one football club can change your life.How your love for this club can change it.I can not actually describe how I feel about this club, this feeling can not be describe. It’s more then just support, it’s love, live. I’m sure that they are a lot of people who are feeling the same as me.

I started working in the summer of 2013, stressful & painful summer for me.. and you know why I started working? To save money for Old Trafford.That was the only one reason, my main purpose. Three month’s of terrible terror from my boss, a lot of tears & pain, but in the end I finally got the money to make my dream come true. I was finally going to sing at Old Trafford, to support United.

Just two month’s before my trip to Manchester, my great grandmother died.She left us & I even didn’t have the chance to say goodbye.Maybe because I was to scared, maybe because I didn’t think she’ll die, maybe because I didn’t want to accept it. I remember how excited she was about me going to Manchester & how nervous she was, because it was the first time when I was leaving the country.

4^th December, my first ever match at Old Trafford, I know she was watching, not only she, but my great granddad & granddad too.

I don’t want to drag you in my life story anymore, I just wanted to share this.I just wanted to share, because I know Manchester United will be unchangeable part of me until the rest of my life.We, girls, can love football too. And even more deeply.We put real emotions & feelings in this game. Like I do.I’ve been lucky. I’ve been lucky to be at Old Trafford twice, to have met the players. And do you know what I wanna do ? I wanna work for this club, I wanna be part of it. I wanna give my whole life to this club, because I’m committed.Committed to this love.

And I don't actually care what some twitter trolls will say about this blog, I don't care. At

least I'm honest.

A dream coming true..

Visiting  Old Trafford and watching United play was something I was dreaming for a long time.

Unfortunately I had everything else I wanted,but my parents couldn’t afford giving me money for Old Trafford,because for us, Bulgarian people this is expencive.So, there was only one chance for me – to get the money myself. I found a summer job,which was my first job ever and I spent  my summer holiday (2 months) working.

 I was under big pressure at my work place,but knowing that this money will help me achieve my dream, I didn’t give up.This was something  that was keeping me up all the time.Knowing I’ll finally visit The Theatre of Dreams & see the thing which I’ve loved the most – my team.

Most of my friends said that I’m crazy.Crazy, because I’ll spend all of my money to go and watch a football match,but I really didn’t care what they say.For me Manchester United was the main thing,something I was living for.

My last working day was on August 30^th.That day I felt so proud of myself,so happy.Proud,that I didn’t give up,proud that I’ve worked hard for this money,for my money and so happy,because I finally had the money to achieve my dream.

My flight to Manchester was on December 3^rd.I could’t believe I’m really going.I was so nervous at the airport,thinking : ‘’What if something gets wrong now’’?.But when I got on the plane I knew that this was really happening.

When I arrived in Manchester, firstly I wanted to go was Old Trafford.

When I went there for the first time the feeling was unreal.Was this really happening?Walking around the stadium,this beautiful place..I’ve never felt more happier in my life.

The next day was the match against Everton.I left my hotel at 9:30am and decided I’ll have a little walk around Manchester & will spend most of the day at Old Trafford.I didn’t get tired walking around the stadium whole day.I was loving it.Me and my friend decided we are gonna wait for the players before the game.I knew they won’t stop,but I just wanted to see them close so badly.We waited for them to arrive about 3 hours & when they arrived, we thought it’s time to take our seats at the stadium.

Stepping at Old Trafford for the first time…I was shaking.I got so emotional that I started crying,I was so happy to be there.I felt the magic.Old Trafford was so big & powerful.Seeing all this people, our fans,seeing their reactions, singing with them, screaming..being part of the crowd,feeling the passion.. that made me love United even more.That made me wanna stay there forever.I just realized how much I loved United and what a huge part of my life they were.And I thought: ‘How lucky are this people to be attending every United match? How lucky are they to be living here?’.

Even though we lost,I was over the moon.I really didn’t care.I was there to support my team. I sang.I screamed.I got mad.Excited.Being there was all what matters.

After the final whistle, I didn’t want to leave. I knew I won’t be there to watch United again soon  and I just wanted to  stay there.Forever!

And after the match I got close to 2 of our players – Evra & Evans.Both very nice &  kind. When Jonny stopped to sign my flag I asked:’’ Can I take a pic with you?’’He said: ‘’I’m gonna sign some autographs & when I finish I’ll come back to you’’.And he did come back,straight back to me.

The next day I went to Carrington,hoping  I’ll get the chance to be even closer to the players.The weather was terrible,raining & really windy,storming,cold.I spent there  4 hours there waiting for the players.I was freezing,wet, but I didn’t thought about leaving.. not even for a second,no matter how bad the weather was.Luckily, 16 of them stopped. Ferdinand,Fletcher,van Persie & Smalling were one of the nicest & talkative.

After that I headed off to Old Trafford again for the stadium and museum tour.Sitting on the bench,at the dressing room.. no words to describe how I felt.

 And suddenly everything I’ve dreamed for came true. Dreams come true,you just have to believe.Like I did.And look at me now,I’ve just been to see my team for the first time in my life.Being  a United fan is what I wanna be until the rest of my life & after that.

Some people say they’ve seen Angels,I’ve seen UNITED – that’s enough!

Meeting the players

Stadium Tour

Stadium Tour

How I spent 8 hours outside a hotel to see Rooney,Jones,Smalling,Cleverley,Young.

When I heard that Bulgaria are playing against England  in the qualifying group for Euro 2012 I was over the moon.This was my only one chance to see some of the United players.I was excited.I was preparing for their arrival.

I'm living a normal life like anyone else.I have a house,food,clothes,good parents and almost everything what I want.But money have never been enough for me to go to watch my favourite team - Manchester United.Going to England is expencive for my parents.For people like me,who live far away from England,few United players coming to Bulgaria, was a golden mine.

I'm living in a small town near the sea and I had to travel to Sofia where the match was played.I even wrote letters to the players & was prepared to give them.

Everyone knew when England are landing,so lots of Manchester United,Chelsea, Liverpool fans & etc were waiting at the airport.I was one of them.I remember how happy I was on my way to the airport.We had to wait a little bit,because the flight was delayed.Cameras,journalists,fans - everywhere.Unfortunately we couldn't get closer to the players.A bus was waiting next to the plane and they got into it straight.They just passed us and we all waved excited.

I didn't give up.I promised myself I will do everything to meet them until they are here.And here comes my 8 hours stay outside their hotel.They were staying in one of the luxuries hotels in Sofia,so we thought that if we stay outside they might go out for a walk or etc & we might have a big change to take a pic with them, talk with them.BUT NO.For 8 fucking hours I was standing outside.Yeah,I know how crazy I am.

I remember one of the hotel staff members walking and telling other in the beginning: 'Look at her,she's here from 3 hours,she's crazy' & then I told him: 'No, actually I'm here from 5 hours',haha.Waiting and waiting desperately.Nothing.We saw a bus coming and then the players getting in it,going to training.Again,they passed us outside the hotel & we were waving like crazy.That didn't stop me again.

We went to the stadium where they were training.Spend some time outside again waiting for the training to finish.I had some luck this time.The security put some barriers around us and the England stars started to go out from the stadium.I remeber how Capello,Lampard,Terry,Cole were such santemetres from me,but I didn't even bother asking them for a pic or autoghraph.The only one I wanted to stop were the United players.One girl was standing next to me & she asked Ashley Cole to stop and he did,but the girl didn't have  marker or pen,so Ashley Cole turned to me and asked if he can use my marker.I was kind enough and gave it.Not a fan of Cole,but still remember his face!

Tom Cleverley,this boy.. no words.He didn't pass us.He didn't pass ANYONE.He stopped,posed for pics & signed autographs to everyone who has asked! I WAS LUCKY,BLOODLY LUCKY.He stopped,signed my cap,posed for a pic with me ( which my STUPID camera deleted!!!) and got the letter I wrote for him.My legs and hands were shaking.There was a big smile on my face.This day was the best of my life.And still is.I was so impressed from Cleverley's attitude.Such a nice lad.THANK YOU,CLEVZ!

I was little dissapointed,because the other United lads passed us like a road sign.Some of them stopped to sign a few autographs,but most of them were hurrying to get into the bus and just go to the hotel.Still, I was to happy,because Rooney,Jones,Smalling,Cleverley & Young were just metres from me!It was a real dream coming true.

The next day I went to watch the match as well at the stadium,but had to leave 5 mins early,because my aunt was worried about me.Still feel sorry about it,because I was a girl who got pics with the lads after the game...

During England's stay in Bulgaria they were always surrended by security,all the time.It was almost impossible to get close to them,but I did my best.I know this all sounds crazy,the 8 hours stay & etc,but this was my only one chance.Manchester United,I love you and I'll do the craziest thing for you.

Here are few pics:

Clevz signing my cap.

Tom Cleverley autograph

Warming up

During the match.

Outside the stadium,waiting for their training to finish.

P.S sorry for my english,still studying.

"F"ootball stands for "F"ans, both males and "F"emales.

Being a girl and loving football - some boys can't accept this.

Some say that football is a game to watch and play only for males,but this is not the reality.Today females are a  big part of the football community and not only because they like the good looking footballers,because they love the game.

Using football to be attractive.

Every one of us knows that boys find girls, who like sports, very attractive.So some girls use this as a plus to win them.I repeat SOME girls.Not all of us are doing this.I'm not.For me football is much more than good looking footballers! And boys,you really need to understand this.

How do you imagine one football male fan? 

He is excited before every game.He is nervous.He drinks beer.He is angry when the team is losing.

He is talking about his favourite football team most of the time.He gets the badge of the club tattoed on his body.He is buying football shirts.He is wearing them.He is buying tickets for the games,going to the stadium & singing loud.Feeling the passion in his vains.His team is his pride.

You imagined it,right? Well, this description can be used for a female football fan as well,because we do all of these things too.We get mad too,we are excited,sad,hurt,we spend our money on football shirts &etc.We are living in the 21st century and it is pointless & stupid things to be seprated to 'male and female'.Why some people keep doing it?The only one thing that is different between us and boys is how we look - our passion about football can be big as boy's passion.

I watch football because I love this game.I love the passion, the excitement,the funny & sad moments.And I feel I'm equal with boys when I talk about football.Football is a game for everyone.No matter what sex you are,how old are you,where are you from.Football is a game that bring us together and make us a community.

Football is love.You can be heartbroken,uspet,happy,proud.The feelings you feel are strong,but in football your team will never leave you.They will be always there for you and you will be always for them.

I will be committed to this love forever.Until my last breath & after.

The life of one football loving girl.

Being with my girls,I'm listening everyday how the talk about clothes,clothes and CLOTHES.To be honest this bores me something.Everyone of us loves shopping, I do too,but I've choosen to be a different type of girl.I love the game called football and this game has built a strong place in my heart.

People say that girls pretend to watch football only because of the good looking players or because when they say they like football boys will like them more - well,some might do it,but most of us don't.The only thing that is different between us & boys is how we look - our passion about football can be big as boy's passion. 

If I have to be honest,there was a period in my life when I prefered football over boyfriends, because football was everything what I need,football gave me what I needed.In one thing I'm sure - United won't leave,they may break my heart,but this makes me love them even more.

Today I can't imagine my life without Manchester United.All the clothes,shoes,make up & girly things are just a thing in my life.They can't matter to United.And it may sounds strange from my mounth ( a girl),but many times I've prefered spending my money on football things ( United's new kit & etc),then other girly stuff.

I'm sure that they are many girls around the world like me.WE LOVE FOOTBALL.

And right now if my parents give me 500 pounds and tell me to go and buy myself some clothes,I'll immediately book my flight to Manchester.All this might sounds unreal to you,but this is the reality for me. 

Being a United fan is what makes me happy.Giving all my love to them,being a Manchester United fan girl is what I wanna be until the rest of my life.

So boys,let us be equal with you about football.Don't put a label on us,just because we're girls.

P.S sorry about my bad english.

Tribute to Berbatov

Every story has an end.After four season at Old Trafford,Dimitar Berbatov is starting a new page in his football career and life - he's leaving United.
Adored because of his genius,hated because for some he was lazy and wasn't showing interested in the game,but he will remain in the hearts of the fans with some of his beautiful goals and skills.

Absolute professional is the right word for Dimitar Berbatov - loyal servant,who never complained during his time in United,desperate the hate and the problems.Berbatov touched the hearts of many,because he was himself always.Unfortunately,his skills and class coudln't fit perfectly in United's style of playing,but Dimitar was amazing the fans with his football inteligence,ball control and degree of skills.He was a player with much more superior on technique and football sense.Playing beautifully the game called fooball.
Many wanted Dimitar to play in Rooneys style,but he was just Berbatov style.

Was really Berbatov a flop? Was he really not good enough for United? Don't forget this man helped us to win our record 19th title in England.This man gave his best.Misunderstood for some,classy for other.

Dimitar Berbatov will raise again.The world won't stop hearing about him in the next future,I'm sure.He will be showing his magical technique somewhere else.. wearing the colours of another team.

The world has his Berbatov,one and only.Unique,diffrent,classy,technical,genius...Hated,loved,adored he will keep fighting.Thank you Dimitar for everything.

P.s sorry for any english errors still studying.

My short open letter to Gary Neville,the legend.

Hello,Gary

You don't know me.We have never met.I'm just one of the many United & your fans.I know there is 1% percent of you reading this,but anyway.I just want to tell you that I love your passion about football.I love your passion about United.I'm not sure there will be anyone on the Earth like you ever.Growing up during the years, you've been one of my favourite players ever.And you'll be forever.

I love how you're not afraid to tell what you really think.I wish I could do the same.If I ever have a son, i'll want him to be like you.Well, I may name him Gary as well,haha.
I'm gonna sorry for one thing in my life - I never saw you playing on live.I was enjoying your and United's football only watching it on the TV, from my couch.It's been a real pleasure,watching you playing Gary.I'm proud of you.I'm happy you was a United player, one to admire.Wish they were more players like you this days.The best right back.You're a legend.All the best in the future.

Gary Neville is a red,he hates scousers!

With love,Inna from Bulgaria.