Feelings and Football
I woke up to find myself with a smashing headache, because for some reason, my body had decided it would be way more comfortable with my head hanging besides the couch. So, for the last few hours, my blood flow had mostly redirected to my head, causing me to have a headache, as well as probably being the reason why I woke up. I tried to look through the curtains, only to find that it was still dark outside. Now, I was annoyed, because today was Sunday, and that was usually the day I choose to catch up on sleep. And once I wake up, I don’t fall asleep again, especially with the headache I was having at this very moment.
Still sleepy, I let myself fall out of my couch causing a minor thud. I heard some muttering and that’s when I remembered why I was sleeping in my couch in the first place. Applejack was in my bed, and I really didn’t want to wake her up. I tip-toed my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and stayed there, pondering what I would be doing for the remainder of the day. It was Sunday today, but I recall checking the episode list and sadly finding that there wouldn’t be a new episode on April 14. So that was out of the question. This also made me chuckle, considering that one of the Mane Six was sleeping in my bed right now, I wondered if Applejack would still be in the episode.
If AJ is here, but there are still episodes being made, which are no doubt going to involve her... How does that work... She’s a character from a cartoon show, but somehow transported to Earth, yet the cartoon is going to keep going as if the events that clearly did happen, namely the pink skies and all that, didn’t happen. So we have a split timeline on our hands here... I don’t think AJ is going to understand any of this. I don’t understand any of this, so let’s just stick with our old explanation of “Discord happened”. It doesn’t make sense, neither does Discord, so in total this makes sense. Yay! Problem solved. Ow, headache...
For some reason, every time I got out of bed way too early, I was incredibly active, more active than I was supposed to be for not getting enough sleep, anyway. My brain especially had a tendency of going into overdrive in these situations. This included random outbursts of thoughts in my mind, which was quite annoying with the headache I was having. I poured myself some cereal and started eating.
I wasn’t really a cereal-guy, but having cereals around was very useful for both quick and early breakfasts, as well as midnight snacks, which I often had due to both my studies and the distractions of the Internet in general. Which reminded me, I had some work to do for school, and even though Applejack was around, I couldn’t slack on my homework, or my parents would kill me. So, as quietly as humanly possible, - Hmm, what would be the pony equivalent of humanly? Ponyly? Ponyngly? “Shut up Brain!” - I entered my room again, grabbed my laptop and books, and went back to the kitchen so I could study while letting Applejack sleep.
Industrial and technical chemistry. It was one of my favourite subjects, not because of the contents, more because of the professor. He didn’t just teach us our subject, he actively asked for our opinion on some matters, asked for possible solutions for problems, suggested we do experiments ourselves. He was enthusiastic about his course, he cared. The experiments were the reason for me to want to study chemistry in the first place.
But, frankly, that was more a child’s view of things. Every experiment so far had to be hurried; a race against time, and therefore it was inaccurate. It wasn’t what I expected chemistry to be. Somewhere in my mind I wanted to know the thrills of finding some new substance after working with substances that essentially could kill you, not some rushed job of following commands written on a piece of paper and where nothing possibly could go wrong. I sighed, I had chosen chemistry, my parents had paid for my studies and I was going to have to make the best of it. And it wasn’t all that bad, which brought me back to the book that laid open in front of me.
“So, whatcha doin’?”
“God, AJ, don’t scare me like that, I’m gonna get a heart attack this way.”
“Hey, Ah told ya good morning an’ everything, I even had breakfast right in front of ya, but ya didn’t look away from those books. So Ah checked what ya were doin’ is all”
“Well, I didn’t notice you, sorry, I guess I just was engrossed in all this school work.”
“Ya remind me of a certain purple unicorn sometimes, ya know that?”
“Was it that bad? What time is it?” I looked away from my books now.
“Ah keep forgettin’ that you know who Ah’m talking about. But yep, it was that bad. And it’s 10 in the morning.”
“Okay, I definitely need a break. Would you care for some tea?”
“Tea would be nice, yeah.”
While I was boiling water, a couple of other things popped into my mind, things I had been wondering about. I decided that asking them over tea would actually be a nice time to ask them.
“AJ, do you mind me asking some questions? There’s just some stuff that I’ve been thinking about that I’d like to know.”
“Sure, Andrew, ask away.”
“Which question would you like first, the easy one or the hard one?”
“Ah’ll take the easy one first, because if Ah can’t answer that one, don’t even bother with the hard one.” she said with a chuckle.
“Do you still have your cutiemark?”
“What kinda question is that? Of course Ah do.” And before I could stop her, she pulled down her pants and turned her hip to me, revealing the three red apples that were already familiar to me. “See? Now Ah’ve been willin’ to ask ya the same thing, what’s yer cutiemark looking like? Ah haven’t been able to see it with all the clothes ya’re wearin’”
“I don’t have any.” Seeing Applejack’s face, I chuckled at her shock-filled, confused look. “Humans don’t get cutie marks. They never have, and I doubt they ever will, seeing as we’re a species that don’t use magic. Hence my question whether you still had your cutiemark.”
“If Apple Bloom knew about that, she would be freakin’ out. What was yer other question? Ya know, the hard one. And don’t let it be any of that fancy mathematics, because I never was any good at that stuff.”
“Well, I’m wondering why you were so accepting when I showed you the “My Little Pony” stuff. I mean, I wouldn’t have understood a thing of it.”
Applejack pondered that question for a moment, putting her hand to her face and tapping her chin. Finally, she said “Ah believed ya because ya immediately showed me that. Even though everything here looked like some kind of bad dream and Ah didn’t know what to believe. But back home, ponies have said that Ah was too quick to judge sometimes, and they were right. Ah could tell that ya weren’t lying, and Ah woke up in a bed, so Ah knew that ya had tried to help me.
To be honest, Ah thought ya were crazy when ya said all o’ that stuff. But Ah decided to give ya a chance. Ya showed me that ‘My Little Pony’ stuff and Ah thought that this was all crazy, but somehow very believable. Then ya showed me that world map, and I had a lil’ harder time believin’ ya. But then ya told me that we were both... ya know... meat eaters, and something inside me said that something wasn’t right at all, and Ah snapped and punched ya. Sorry about that, because it seems Ah was wrong yet again.”
“You know what, if I would have been transported to a world I didn’t know, I probably would have reacted way worse than you have, honestly. Especially considering you are stuck in a different body... I can’t even imagine it... I’d probably hurt myself and any others who would be helping me. Thinking about it, if you ever need any help with anything in this world, be it customs or names or whatever, don’t wait to ask me. I never realized this, but everything must be very strange to you. And hey, I would have punched someone in the face too if I couldn’t eat bacon anymore.”
“Bacon, huh? What’s that?”
“Oh god, you are going to have to try it at least once. You just don’t know what you’re missing.” Realizing who I was just speaking to, I quickly added, “You know, if you feel like it. It is meat; after all, I mean I’m not forcing you to eat meat... never mind...” I just continued drinking my tea.
“Ah’m not gonna eat meat. There’s just no way Ah’m gonna. Ah understand that you do, but it’s just not for me. Sorry.”
“It’s fine; it’s my fault for bringing it up. And I’ll never force you to eat meat. Like I’ve said, I want you to consider it, that’s all. Now, let’s change the subject. What are you planning to do during the week? I mean, I’ll be in classes, which you are welcome to join, but I don’t think you’re a science kind of pony... girl... lady. So that means you’ll be alone for the most time. Any ideas for what you wanna do?”
“Well, Ah’d love to get a job to pay ya back for all this. Ah mean, Ah’m very grateful for all that ya done for me and probably will do for me, and Ah kinda feel guilty for eatin’ yer food and buying me those clothes.”
“I’d gladly pay for whatever you need, but I won’t stop you from getting a job. Unfortunately, I don’t think there are any apple orchards close by. But when I think of something I’ll let you figure it out.”
I finished my cup of tea and sighed. “Well that was refreshing, but I have to get back to work. Anything you wanna do in the meantime?”
“Well, Ah’d love to finish the rest of the movie from yesterday, if that’s no problem for you.”
“Sure, I’ll just get everything set up for you then.” I moved my laptop from the kitchen to my coffee table in front of my couch, resumed the movie from where it had stopped the night before, went back to pick up my books, and then started another subject. Cellular Biology. This was one of the subjects I absolutely detested. Boring as hell, and almost no relation to chemistry, but apparently enough of a relation to be an obligatory course. Frankly, I couldn’t care less about what the differences were between an apoenzyme and a holoenzyme. I had to study it nonetheless.
“Andrew, what’s this?”
“Hmm?” I looked around to find Applejack snooping around in my wardrobe. She pulled out one of my shirts, my favourite one even. Then, I remembered why exactly it was my favourite. It was my brony T-shirt of Applejack. “Oh yeah, that. Uhm... Well, I’m a fan from the show, and I liked the design so I bought it.” For some reason, I even had difficulties admitting to a character from My Little Pony that I was a brony. I guess that shows just how much of a closet brony I really am, huh?
“Ah thought ya said the show was for children?”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong about liking a show for kids, right?” I didn’t tell her about the brony community, because there were some things about that community I’d rather not let her find out.
“Ah suppose not. But Ah don’t see any other pony T-shirts in here. So why this one, huh?”
“Well... uhm... I guess you could say that you were my favourite pony in the show.” God, I hope she doesn’t take that the wrong way.
“Oh... Okay Ah guess.” She folded the T-shirt back up and went to sit on the couch. Yup, definitely the wrong way.
I didn’t have any experience with women, and my favourite pony being transformed into a woman surely didn’t help in the matter. So, not knowing what to say to that, I just ignored her and went back to work.
“Hey, Andrew, the movie’s done, ya know, got any ideas for any other stuff?”
Not looking up from my books I said to her “No, I don’t know what you could do. Just figure something out alright?” I focused on my books again. About half an hour later, my stomach started to growl. “Hey AJ, you wanna eat something?” There was no response. “AJ?” I asked again, turning my chair around. She was gone. Oh god, what did I do? Good job Andrew, ya screwed it up again, like you always do. I gotta find her, now.
I rushed out my door, and down the stairs, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far. As I opened the main doors of the building, I saw Applejack sitting on the sidewalk.
“I’m sorry, AJ, there’s no reason for me to have snapped there.” I sat down next to her. “It’s just that I didn’t have a good sleep. And I get really cranky for no reason when I don’t sleep enough. And frankly, I was so frustrated with all of this. I mean there’s a girl living with me. I knew her before she even heard of me. She wants to get back home and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“It’s okay, Andrew, Ah shouldn’t have been looking around in your wardrobe anyway,” she said with a sniff. Has she been crying?
“AJ, is something the matter? C’mon, let’s go back inside. Mi casa es tu casa. My home is your home.” I tried to cheer her up.
“Home...” Oh God, Andrew, ya did it again. You are such a great person, you have no idea. “Ah miss them, Andrew...”
“I’m sorry, AJ, I really should pay more attention to what I’m saying...”
“Ah hope they’re fine.”
“I hope so too AJ. Could you tell me just what happened that day?” I asked, while throwing my arm around her in a friendly hug.
“Sure, Andrew. Well, Discord got loose again and...” She told me the tale about what had happened. “And then you showed up and carried me to yer bed.”
“Well, the way I see it, you don’t have anything to worry about. Either the wave of chaos didn’t reach your family, which means they are fine in Equestria, or they got caught in it and are now here.”
“But what if they aren’t found? Ah mean ya were lucky to find me in the first place. What if they aren’t that lucky? And what if the people who find them don’t know who they are?”
“Trust me; with both the pink skies and the fudge smell, people are bound to find them. Also, even if people don’t know who they are, they will help them out, in some way or another. So trust me, they are safe either way. C’mon, let’s grab something to eat.” I stood up and pulled Applejack along with me. We started walking back up the stairs.
“Frankly, Ah haven’t been entirely honest with ya. Ya asked me why Ah believed ya, well it’s because Ah thought Ah should have been dead...”
“And to be perfectly honest with you, I haven’t been saying everything either. You found my shirt in my wardrobe, and well, it’s actually frowned upon to be an avid fan of a children’s show, especially as a guy being fan of a little girl’s show. You know, macho culture and stuff like that.”
“Oh, is that why ya were so upset when Ah found that?”
“Well, it’s a part of my life that I haven’t been willing to share with people so far. There’s actually a community consisting of teenage and adult fans of the show, calling themselves bronies. I am what they would call a ‘closet brony’, meaning that I haven’t gone public with it yet.” My stomach growled, causing me to burst out in laughter for no reason at all.
“Why are ya laughin’ like that?” Applejack was suppressing a chuckle as well now.
“I just feel happy, isn’t that reason enough to laugh? I mean I haven’t felt this genuinely happy in a while, just because I said I was a brony to someone I knew wouldn’t judge me for it.” We reached our floor. “C’mon, I’m making you a salad. Have you ever had a boiled egg?”
“Can’t say Ah have... but it doesn’t seem too bad from the sound of it. Sure, I’ll be willing to try it.”
“Like I said before, I’m not forcing you to eat it. I’ve been looking up some guidelines as to how to live a vegetarian life. If you don’t like eggs, there are still plenty of other ways to get your proteins.”
I placed a big bowl of salad in the mid of our table. I took out two plates and scooped up a large portion for myself. “I don’t know what vegetables you like, so take whatever you want.” Man, I haven’t eaten this healthy in years. I suppose there are some benefits about this entire mess. That, and I have freaking Applejack living at my place.
After lunch, we both sat there in the kitchen, doing nothing. “So, what do we do now?” Applejack asked. I shrugged, not really knowing what to do. If I had spare time during the day, it usually went to my schoolwork. My life was boring, but that was going to have to change. I then reminded the offer Antonio had made me.
“What would you think of working for Antonio and Maria? That way you won’t be alone when I’m off for classes and you’ll have a job like you wanted to.”
“Ah dunno, Ah’m not that great of a cook, so Ah don’t know if they could use me...”
“Well, would you mind giving it a try?”
“Sure, Ah guess...”
“I have to call my parents first though to see if they allow me to work during the weekends. I’ll give them a call right now.”
My parents agreed to the deal. They didn’t need all that much convincing, seeing it would be a way for them to reduce their allowance. I then called Antonio and Maria to take her up on her offer, as well as asking if they had a job for Applejack during the week. They said that if we were both okay with it, I could help in the kitchen, while she could be a waitress. I asked Applejack, and she said she was fine with the idea. We could start our jobs tomorrow, with our free days being Tuesday and Sunday.
“Well, that’s that sorted then, thanks Andrew,” Applejack said. “So, do ya have any plans for tonight?”
“Not really, I’ve pretty much finished all my schoolwork for this week.” I sighed, just realizing how boring my life was. I went to classes, cooked dinner, did my homework, watched a movie or read some fan-fics, and then went to sleep. “I’m sorry for my boring life, I’d do something with you, but I have no idea what.”
“Well, what do ya do normally for fun, apart from stuff like reading or watching those movies?”
“I play chess... God, I’m so boring... Well I suppose we could play football. I mean I used to play it before college, but now I just don’t have the time for it.”
“Football it is, though ya’re gonna have to explain it to me.”
“I’ll explain it on the way there. It’s about a fifteen minute walk from here. I just gotta dress into something a little more appropriate.” I took out my football shoes from the bottom shelf of my wardrobe, as well as my Barcelona shirt and shorts. I needed to inflate the football again after a year of not using it, which took a while. When I was ready, we left for the football field.
“Football is a game of two teams, each consisting for eleven players. The purpose of the game is to get the ball into the other team’s goal. You can’t touch the ball with your hands or arms, except for one player on each team, the goalkeeper. Minor contact between the players is allowed. That’s about it really. Those are the rules of the game, but since we’ll be the only two people playing, we’re just gonna kick the ball around a bit.”
When we arrived, I went over how to properly pass a ball, how to keep the ball close to the feet when running, how to put force behind kicks, among others. Applejack was a quick learner, and we went over some minor training exercises. Her shot is pretty strong, and her passing is very accurate. It probably has something to do with her applebucking. We were taking turns shooting the goal and goalkeeping, when I saw three guys approaching.
“You guys wanna join in?” I called out to them. I saw that one of them was wearing keeper gloves. “We can do two versus two on one goal.”
“Alright, sounds cool,” the keeper says. “My name’s Nick and these guys are Jimmy and Tom.”
“My name’s Andrew and that’s AJ,” I pointed at the goal. “So, let’s get started all right?”
Applejack ran over. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, care for a little competition AJ?”
“Let’s show ‘em what we can do”
Apparently, we couldn’t do anything. Nick was an amazing keeper, and the John and Tom could play the ball around like it was nothing. Final score: 12-1. Applejack and I said goodbye and we went back to my place. On the way back Applejack seemed sad.
“You’re not sore about losing, right?” I said to her. “I mean they knew each other for a couple of years probably, and looking at them they were probably a duo of strikers in the same team.”
“What do ya mean, strikers? And how can you tell?”
“Right, I haven’t talked about football positions. Basically there are six positions in football. The goalkeeper, central defenders, wing defenders, midfielders, wing attackers and strikers. As for how I can tell, it just comes with experience. Keepers are usually tall and have great reflexes. Central defenders are pretty tall and sturdy. Wing defenders are usually fast, but still pretty sturdy. Midfielders have great stamina and their passes are accurate. Wing attackers are fast and nimble, and usually know tricks to pass defenders. Lastly, strikers are usually pretty fast and they know how to score. Seeing that they are friends, it wouldn’t surprise me that they play in the same team.”
“You can tell all that just by looking at them?”
“Yup, years of experience. I’m guessing you can tell which trees are ready to bucked just by looking at them?” Applejack nodded. “Same thing. My old coach said I had a good eye for things like that, so I always looked out for weaknesses on the opponent’s team.”
“So, what position do you think I should play?” Applejack said with a grin.
“I think you’d make a pretty good midfielder, from what I know of you and your style of play. Your stamina is great, your passes are very accurate and you have a powerful shot. I was a wing defender myself. I’m pretty fast, yet sturdy and I can give an accurate pass.”
My stomach growled. “Let’s grab something to eat, and I know just the thing. Belgium has a whole culture on fries, so that’s something you just have to try. There’s a ‘fry house’ real close to my place.” Applejack agreed, and after a couple more growling stomachs, we both entered the place.
“Ah never thought you could have an entire meal just eating fries... But man, were they good,” Applejack stated when we were both back at my place, about an hour later.
“You bet. Belgium has the self-proclaimed best fries in the world,” I said, laughing with Applejack. I had a look at my watch and saw that it was 7:30. “All right, you have work tomorrow. Antonio asked that you be there at 10 tomorrow. So you take the bus at 9 and you’ll be fine. I won’t be there to wake you though. I already have classes then.”
“It’s still a bit early to go to bed though, so what do we do now?”
“Do you want to watch another movie?” Applejack shrugged and then nodded. “Okay, how about The Fellowship of the Ring, it’s the first movie in a trilogy of fantasy books called Lord of the Rings, which have been filmed.”
“Sounds good to me, Andrew.”
We both watched the movie in silence, apart from Applejack immersing herself in the fight scenes. I had a laugh, and then thought about how magical and strange everything must seem for her. I only hoped that I was doing a good job of helping her.
When the movie ended, we both yawned. “All right AJ, time for bed.”
“Are ya my dad all of a sudden?” She chuckled. “Good night, Andrew. Thanks for spending time with me.” She climbed into bed.
“My pleasure. It’s been a while since I just went out and did something, rather than study all day long.”
“Nice goal by the way. Doesn’t it hurt to hit the ball like that with yer head?”
“Nah, as long as you put more force on the ball than the ball puts force on you, it doesn’t hurt. Newton’s Third Law of Mo-” A loud, clearly fake snore interrupted my explanation. “Good night, AJ.”
“Good night, Andrew.”
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Author’s Note: Sorry for the long wait before the update. The team at Ponyfall had to sort out a lot of stuff, and when that was over, I got a little bit ill and then I went on holiday. So don’t worry, the following updates won’t take as long. Also my story now has a prologue, as was demanded by the admins. It’s written in chapter one, and it’s also the story that Applejack tells me.
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1) brace yourselves, dumb Americans won't get that this is ''soccer'' and not ''american football'' XD
2) Your in Belgium. The guys who walk in are just fine with speaking English from the first moment...?
I would've thought that they spoke maybe 2 or 3 lines Dutch before switching to English.
Nice chapter, bro
I'm Belgium-born myself, but I'm living in Australia...
Brohoof, Belgianchef... to Belgium!
/)*
.........
*thumbs up*
(Addendum) 478177 I am an American, and I figured it out BEFORE your comment. Not all of us are as think as you dumb we are.
478177
It's the reason I address them first in English. If I talk to them in English, they probably will talk English back to me.
As for the football thing, if Americans don't get that it's 'European football' by my explanation, then it's just hopeless to begin with.
(I hate using the term soccer and yes, football isn't only played in Europe, but it did originate there so deal with me for a lack of a better term)
Belgium has the best of all types of food.
I like this story so far! Keep it up!
Peace out,
DTKingPrime
I forgot it was in Belgium for a second, with all the English. The "football" thing caught me off guard.
It's called soccer in Canada too.
478221
Yes, I'm aware that it might be confusing, but I am not going to be using soccer in my story, because it is called football here, after all.
478224 as an American, i don't think it's confusing at all. In fact, I'm really pissed at our country in general for calling it soccer. We have two sports, one actually uses feet as a fundamental part of
the game, the other uses them about 10% of the
time. Which do we call football? No fucking brainer.
We aren't that hopeless, yes I thought it was Football before I got the description of the game, then I realize "ah it's football".
478345
That's one of the reasons I wanted to include the description in there, in hopes that people would figure it out on their own
ughh i hate being american. what dumbass invented the term"soccer" for what the rest of the fucking world calls football. why cant american football be called soccer and american soccer be called football like the rest of the damn planet
478177
I kid! I kid! Not all of us are obese with a shotgun in one hand and a cheeseburger in the other! Some of us have two guns and have a cheeseburger in our mouth.
I'm offensive and I find this American
you nkow soccer is a nickname for football that was invented by the UK but us americans adopted it as the actual name for no fucking reason, way to go uncle sam
478177
This fic:
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Woohoo! Football! *Reads fic* Goddamit, this fic isn't American!
478177 Not all Americans are stupid, obese, rednecks, it's just most of us. I figured out it was soccer before your comment as well.
"Hmm, what would the pony equivalent of humanly be?"
I believe the answer would be "equinely"
478662
That's a nice catch
I think that "as quiet as a pony could" would be a better phrase though. 
Can I suggest that you employ someone as a proof-reader? There are a few mistakes in spelling/grammar that ideally wouldn't exist. I would be happy to read it through and check it for you!
Anyway, really enjoying where this fic, and for that matter, this collab is going... Keep up the good work!
p.s. PM me if you decide to take up my offer of proof-reading. I don't want recognition, just willing to help in any way that I can!
I have sudden visions of her working and every other customer doesn't speak a word of English. *German Tourists enter, amazingly don't speak a word of English, do know Dutch and Flemish oddly enough* AJ: Howdy and welcome, can I get you folks anything? German couple: Hallo, koenen Wir haben eine Speisekarte, bitteschoen? AJ: Come again? GC: Koenen Wir haben eine Speisekarte, bitteschoen?
Cultured Americans who actually know the difference between football and American football FTW!
Aaaaand now I want to go to Belgium. I need to get me some of those fries.
I read 'Football' and knew which version right away because the story is set in Belgium. I r iz sparty person!
Besides, my mother is British, so I grew up calling it Football rather than Soccer despite being Canadian born.
Loved the time I spent in Europe. Would love to go back and live there again.
lol i also thought it was american football... then when he described it i was like "Ohhh". and isnt it spelled futbol? anyways nice fic and screw all you people calling americans dumb and stereotyoping us as rednecks.... its obvious that at least 20% of americans arent redneck :P
"football" is the American kind.
"futbol" is the kind in this chapter.
Just letting you know ;)
482654
"Fútbol" is the Spanish translation of the English word "football". Go figure.
478662 Or "ponily". Either or.
Oh God, Belgian fries... So good.
I look forward to more, though I do hope the story picks up a bit.
482824
I'm planning to pick it up a bit, I've basically been sketching new experiences for Applejack for now, but now that she is a little more aware about our world, I can now focus purely on the special happenings, so that would spice things up a bit.
478177
When it said "You can't touch it with hands" I knew..
We're not all dumb. Just George Bush.
I already knew this was taking place in Belgium. I figured it was soccer well before the page loaded. For some reason though, I've always thought you could use elbows, though it doesn't matter much. I only watch sports on occasion... my own has decent hockey team now and them, but the football team has been consistently lousy, or at least just lousy enough.
What I'd like to see publicly is spar bowling - you basically hurl logs at your opponent. Just don't side-arm it...
ΔΓ
I was thinkin it would be the sport where we throw a leather ball around and smash into other people. I thought wrong...
"This included random outbursts of random thoughts in my mind..." doesn't flow quite as well as it would without one of the "random"s, and it took me a few seconds to realize that you meant real football, not american football... I feel like an idiot. Also, "It's about 10 am in the morning" (not exact quote) is kind of redundant. All in all, a good story.
486461
Yes, you're right, it does flow better without one of the "random's". And you're completely right about the am in the morning thing. Both are fixed =)
487648 Good to hear. I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.
Why is he unsure if she eats eggs? The ponies use them in baking all the time, I'd be shocked if she hasn't had eggs numerous times in her diet.
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Yes, but it's something completely different using them in recipes or eating them purely cooked. I think it makes sense to be careful with it. Maybe it's an overreaction, but better safe than sorry
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Meh, your story go with whatever you feel is right. I just see it as if they're eating animal fats as much as they are I bet cooked eggs come up as well in one form or another.
Also grats on being the only ponyfall story I follow.
lol, at first, i read the title and thought "YAY, football" even though im not really into football. I just wanted to see AJ kick the ball at Andrew's crotch really, because a good nutshot is always needed.
Anyways, I think remembered after reading the first few paragraphs that the story is based in Belgium, so i remembered its basically Soccer. "Well, either way, chances of him getting nutshotted." were my exact thoughts
Silly American me! Took me a bit before I realized you meant THAT football. Ah well. Either way, not bad at all. Have a mustache.
When I saw that he was talkin like futbol and whatever... I was like, woh man, someone who actually gets it right. Why the hell didn't Applejack say anything about LoTR?! Does she not understand what she has just witnessed?!?! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
478177 Most of us don't know, because most of us don't care. Ya mad?
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Lol your cool you can insult the most powerful country in the world
506609 most powerfull...
you must be american.
506894 Proud to hold an Assault rifle, not a shotgun :)
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Mr. Cube is right on this one, when other countries can't handle a situation they always look to the United States to take care of it. The fact that the United States has enough nuclear weaponry to destroy the world doesn't hurt either. Russia also has that kind of power when it comes to nukes, but Russia's soldiers (which are pretty darned good) are pathetic when compared to an American soldier. Russia is also behind the U.S. in technology.
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And I'm Dragonborn. FUS RO DAH!
478177 that's us.... YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Any idea when the next chapter will be released?
I am very interested in this story. I like the interaction with Applejack and Andrew very much. Not really rushing into a romance (although as a reader I see potential for it. YOUR CHOICE, don't do it if you don't want to) but definitely working well with the whole friendship thing. I am following this story.
Oh, and as an American reading this chapter, it took me till you said that you weren't allowed to use your hands to figure out that you weren't talking about "American football." Just sayin.
478177 I know of the two forms but confuses me to which one it is. But the way he explained the rules had me think it is soccer and not American Football. I may not be a fan of sports but rules, they never change. I maybe a American but I am one crazy and smart American.