Dear Nando,
I know it’s been a hard day’s night for you to be a nowhere man on the pitch, running helter skelter, here there and everywhere for no one, but I’ve got feeling that you can do that, all you’ve got to do is just act naturally, and with a little help from your friend, it won’t be long, it’s getting better soon. Tell your also unlucky forward mate on the pitch, Long Tall Crouchie: “two of us, we can work it out”.
Yes it is understood when you say “I’m so tired”, but we trust you that you can carry that weight as far as you don’t get yourself trapped in misery by saying “I’m down, I’m a loser”, or something. Perhaps it’s all too much. But I want to tell you: everybody will support you through the long and winding road, and I will too, to get back to your best display. Tell them: “Wait, I’ll be back”
Contrasted to yesterday, you’re probably not half the player you used to be. But since money has been spent, you should start to think about today, think for yourself, and run for your life, because still there’s a place for you there.
Frankly, we’re a bit disappointed with your performance. What goes on? What are you doing recently? Look, help, please please me: just don’t let me down; show us that the result will be different within you without you. We hope -at the end of your days, you won’t be like fixing a hole in the ocean. Or else we will be saying from a window: “I don’t wanna see you again and thank you girl”.
P.S. I Love You
the bold and red highlighted consist of, as many of you know, 49 the beatles song titles, except, of course, "Long Tall Crouchie" which actually refers to "Long Tall Sally"
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