When he tweeted me back, i got the feeling of uncontrollable excitment, that I was finally getting the chance to verse someone of his stature. Twitter has become a new link between famous, and average joes.
When the match started, my hands were sweating and i struggled to hold the controller and had goosebumps running up and down my body, and i started really well.
As the first half rolled on Quade gained more momentum and had a lot of chances to break the deadlock. But, my defence held strong.
As we got into the second half, his players became more fatigued and then i started getting my own opportunities. I came close with a strike from ramires, but it was pushed wide by Iker Casillas.
As the game drew to a close, I had a chance close range with drogba, but i hit the post and it was cleared by Sergio Ramos.
The game drew closer and closer to the end and it seamed like a stalemate that was going no-where.
When the whistle went for fulltime i was hoping he would want to verse me in a rematch. Which he did, and to my delight we both picked the same teams me, being Chelsea and Quade being Real Madrid.
In the second match Quade seemed to be playing a better type of game and risking his hand more. Just before the first half he scored with a reletively simple goal with Mesut Ozil and he led the game going into the break.
The second half rolled around and i started to come closer and closer to that elusive goal that i so desperatley wanted. When i finally struck that pot of gold through the form of ramires.
My celebration was so loud it woke my entire family up at around midnight. The game finished and the result was still undecided in regards to who the better player was.
The next day i woke up to a tweet from Quade stating "Play this guy at fifa hes very good. Shall play tomorrow sir we need a reult."
We still, havent had that final match. More to come!

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