Hello and Greetings my Bearded Soldiers it’s me your Bearded Captain, leader of all Beards and flag-bearer of all beards on digital and digital broadcasting media. I am that beard who tries to make people laugh and I am that beard who tries to make people smile.
My beloved brothers, I pray you’re well and looking after yourself and your beards! My brothers, I want to talk to you about an important issue in the life of beards. My soldiers, you probably didn’t know that besides some of my nicknames such as handsome devil, Mr Beardnificent and of course The Bearded Captain, I have one other nickname.
This nickname is Michael Owen. A bit of a strange on the face of it, yes I know but if I tell you this was a name that The Bearded General Daddy Malik calls me, then you can see where I am going with this.
On other blog posts and videos, I have mentioned Dad’s sharp wit and humour. My dad, after he learned I got injured playing football after the third and fourth time of playing football, he declared that I am worse than Michael Owen with my injuries.
Whenever I would come back from football, his first question, well Michael you injured? The funny thing was most of the time it was yes dad! Yeah, I had a knee as good as Rafael Nadal’s, but that’s a lie as you don’t see me winning 13 French Open titles.
The closest I have been to Roland Garros is Paris Airport and even that was for two hours as I was on a flight to Dubai that didn’t go direct. From my infected foot, that turned Nutty Professor size at one point, to the knee ligament strain, football just didn’t seem to agree with me.
But once I heal inshaaAllah soon, I will be back playing football, I just won’t learn.