I'm 30 years old, with a dependent son, a pain-in-the-ass wife and my mother-in-law in my house.
Today I wake up, really pissed off, it's my birthday.
By the way, it's not even a special day in my world, 'cause we're born the same day, everybody.
So I get older without any celebration: my son doesn't care of me and heads to school (a private one, otherwise we cannot show off as I am a football player) and my wife, incited by my mom-in-law, nags me for a new living room.
I go out to the training session.
I'm a defender and my coach trains scoring: why in the hell am I here???
And today is also Monday, and as on every monday, I feel another ache... I fell like I'm gonna play worse.
I see my friends forwards getting trained, and I burn with anger.
My role, in my world, is really worthless.
I see my teammates midfielders full of girls, the forwards acting like stars and the keepers... they see lots of stars
Me nothing!
Suddenly a man with a lot of jewels, called spokeperson tells me I'm demanded in headmaster's office.
I enter a room with a strange and ugly green furnishing, I see lots of people with the same dress in necktie making their business, sometimes I see another team's president writing on my club's walls (isn't it vandalism?) and the postman carrying mails.
And then the headmaster let me in.
"Good morning, please take a seat"
I'm really scared, he's gonna fire me!
"How do you do? What about your son? Your wife? Is everything allright?"
Everything allright like hell! You pay me less than a teacher (what's of it wants)
"You know, I'm sorry to tell you that..."
Oh oh, it's coming...
"...that today is the first Monday of the season, and to celebrate it, we've cut the salaries of everybody but the keepers (just for fun)"
WHAT?
"By the way, happy birthday. Even if is my birthday too, so I don't really care about you. Here there is your pay packet, and try to give your best otherwise I put you up for an auction, like children in the XIX century"

I exit from the office, little shocked.
Today I got older (in a few time I'm gonna die and they will say I'm around getting the attention of a young blonde at a downtown club), I've got some other aches, I didn't get trained, they cut my salary, my wife will ask for divorce, off course...

But fuck you men!