I haven't watched Liga in a long time. In fact, I haven't watched football in ages.
Scattered little fragments, memories of the people and events in the Bundesliga that once moved me.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story have no connection whatsoever to real people with the same names. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
Premise:
Planning to watch it again from the beginning
Poke it, poke it again... Someone said calmly, summer nights are fleeting...