Oliver Kahn was such an amazing keeper and it was a sad day when he
retired. During his retirement match the entire stadium was chanting
nonstop:
I'll drive a million miles
To be with you tonight
So if you're feeling low
Turn up your radio
The words we use are strong
They make reality
But now the music's on
Oh baby dance with me yeah.
Rip it up
Move down
Rip it up
Move it down to the ground
Rip it up
Cool down
Rip it up
And get the feeling not the word.
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody Oliver Kahn tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody Oliver Kahn tonight
Ev'rybody have fun.
Deep in the world tonight
Our hearts beat safe and sound
I'll hold you so close
Just let yourself go down.
Rip it up
Move down
Rip it up
Move it down to the ground
Rip it up
Cool down
Rip it up
Get out what's inside of you
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody Oliver Kahn tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody Oliver Kahn tonight
Ev'rybody have fun.
On the edge of oblivion
All the world is Babylon
And all the love and ev'ryone
A ship of fools sailing on
(Ev'rybody)
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
(Ev'rybody)
Ev'rybody have fun tonight.
Across the nation
Around the world
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
A celebration so spread the word.
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody Oliver Kahn tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody Oliver Kahn tonight
Ev'rybody have fun tonight
Ev'rybody have fun.
Ev'rybody
Ev'ryone.
"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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