I am maybe, possibly, perhaps too freak about Torres.

Well, Torres. Everybody knows Torres. He lives as my favorite along Kaka’. It’s been seven years since the first time God sent him to be my favorite footballer, a striker exactly. Atletico Madrid and Spain on Euro 2008, but not Liverpool, were my memories about him. Before Abramovich brought him to Stamford Bridge for a fantastic 50 million pounds, he was just my second favorite behind the Brazilian.

His first goal against West Ham at 2011 in the front of Stamford Bridge emperors will always be memorized in my mind. It was raining, really bad weather. He should thanked to Florent Malouda for the assist. A classy goal or a lucky one, who cared. That was the beginning of his journey in the blue shirt.

A triumphed Champions League with his terrific goal at Camp Nou and a F.A Cup title were his best moment in 2012 I can say. He might didn’t make many goal as he wore red shirt, but he had more assists. Direct and indirect assists. Who thought that what Abramovich paid for was surprisingly gone back to his bag within only a year Torres shirts merchandise sales, or maybe he got more pennies.

His past, Red Merseyside, will never be the same as he is now in London. His goals, assists, attractions, and hairstyles maybe.

Being the most expensive footballer in English Football is not easy. Shevchenko, and now he is. Pressures came from anywhere, even from himself.

Everything has to be changed whether it is better or not. Chants is one thing.

Fans, friends, will always miss him very bad.

They say Falcao for his number. I say no for ever.

I am a BIG fan of Jose Fernando Torres Sanz, even he has never tweeted  anything on his official account.