Does anyone remember Eric Cantona's goodbye match? It was such an amazing game with the crowd chanting non stop:
Oh my little pretty one, pretty one
When you gonna give me some time Cantona
When you make my motor run, my motor run
Gun it coming, off the line Cantona
Never gonna stop, give it up
Such a dirty mind, always get it up
For the touch of the younger kind My my my i yi woo
My my my my Cantona
Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh
Close enough to look in my eyes Cantona
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs Cantona
When you gonna give it to me, give it to me
It's just a matter of time Cantona
Is it just destiny, destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind Cantona
My my my my Cantona
My my my my Cantona
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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