These kids that I have in the gallery behind me I fall on the head. Do not cry goal. Yell Pelado Pelado! Something strange, rarely seen. Those three letters unchangeable become six. Never more deserved. The entire stadium throw up his sacred fire revere their spiritual leader, that "peladito of Blue." I also kneel, pinch me, go nuts. I look to heaven and I thank my children to witness tonight, this type of another planet. Night's "Monumental sacrifice." A player symbol rushing to rival and urges him to force the error. Thirty-seven years of wisdom, energy and the same admiration kilos gold.
vital part for a coaching staff with his feet on the ground and a human group as a while is not seen, full focused on task. With commitment, austerity, but hungry to make history. That the greatest merit of this River a pure heart, courage, self-esteem, which in times drawn with a brush. This team of "men" who came to the end of the championship in the midst of charges that he predicted the decline. From that breathtaking summum of faith that is Matthias, the spread is being produced. And there's Carrizo-acclaimed for his invitation to the selection-making the difficult easy. Picking three or four brave and a great goalkeeper party has to tackle for one of River. Under the authority of a seamless defense. Again the pristine central and lateral leaflets asserted. What a great time to Diaz! How much confidence it dispensed by Jota Jota. As in Acevedo, who played a huge game.
With five or six changes of direction impeccable. And "Coco" that begins to float. And slips between pipes and steps. But not both and awakens reminiscences lagunea alonso. There is a River that started the tournament with almost the head down. Forced to change the "palate" change as older men. Giving up something of lyricism and adapt to circumstances. It had to understand that the reality principle is sometimes preceded by lust and desire. Thus was reborn the River, away from the exclusive product of improvisation. And finally, the time begins to give the reason: not everything always seems left to providence.
Saturday live a fuller page of spells spread over a plot that will keep us in suspense until the end of this story. Meanwhile, enjoy the plot. The process that began with many questions and almost believe we have individuals in this metamorphosis of insect predator. We entered the final straight as the Hindu fable of those who underestimated a lion's carcass lay scattered in the woods and today they are starting to eat, with their pack of puppies. The milk-white bones and hard as flint, which had been revived countless suns-bleached with a happy formula. Returned not only beat the "order of selection." Yesterday there was a mantra that sounded for all the fools: "Do not say anything, you do not hear anything ... we shut his ass all swollen. Not reach the stands, not enough entries ... We show you what the bad River. "
None of this goes unnoticed to the lion. He ran the car we had time, he slapped the Dwarf on the other hand, everything is at your control. Almeyda was able to cover the bones with tendons, blood irrigate those muscles and pump up your heart and give it to her offspring. Night of myths, tales and resilience, the ability of all to overcome the traumas of the more emotional pain. We must celebrate, as appropriate. Growing enthusiasm, the hand of moderation in the midst of madness. Is that if these Legionnaires do not loose ... going to have to start thinking about the band lining blood with lion skin.
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