The field is enclosed by the railway, the river and its banks. A cold wind sweeps the air, and the snow does not fall from the top downwards, but strikes in gusts and eddies of right and left, every shot is a slap in the face but after a while not make us any more.
It 's cold, a cold burn. The field that hosts us, we are at home, is a mixture of grass and mud, somewhere in the ball runs, the other stops. We are in a no man's land, a place where you can only fight, and those who came today knows that he can not escape.
It 's hard. Two strong teams for different reasons are keen to get a result, we are where is the ball and no one gives up, no one takes his foot off. You fight the cold, hard ground, the muscles that pull the opponents that oppose, in every possible way, and we argue a blow by blow, never a step behind.
Then one of the many upsets in the face let us mark, just past a quarter of an hour, but many if not all seemed to be at halftime.
's still a long one. You go from a war of position with the bayonet assault, time runs slower as the blood of those who stop to look now at the mercy of the cold. Also those of Gregorense
arrive at the door, and how we often fail, and then find the right corridor, the center ball, the goalkeeper but opposes them a midfielder on the edge of the area and collect bags.
The end is near for the first time, you pull your breath anticipating a hot tea.
The second time resumes the battle. We suffer but on a restart our tip crossed the center, two defenders and goalkeeper make a delicious pancake and the ball is in the network. Just enjoy the results. Opponents want to hit return the favor, and we, on a beautiful percussion sills contract; shooting street pole network. Frost, now, is in, but the team will look into the eyes, not to mention the agreement is: "see you on the barricades."
The defense stops opponents all the gusts, midfielders break the game and build pre the heights that they always on the alert goalkeeper Gregorense.
Now fatigue is felt, and ball or foot is the same thing, there are also a pair of hard work and a red card for the guests. The race director decides that is enough, a hot shower if they are all deserved.
Despite the weather, the third time warming the hearts and cool minds of players and managers.
We're second, four points in the first three days of the second round, same route plan of going, as always, everyone is doing his full duty.
The next play both calming and many of the absent players are catching up, the winter is not over yet but the cold is no longer afraid.
It 's cold, a cold burn. The field that hosts us, we are at home, is a mixture of grass and mud, somewhere in the ball runs, the other stops. We are in a no man's land, a place where you can only fight, and those who came today knows that he can not escape.
It 's hard. Two strong teams for different reasons are keen to get a result, we are where is the ball and no one gives up, no one takes his foot off. You fight the cold, hard ground, the muscles that pull the opponents that oppose, in every possible way, and we argue a blow by blow, never a step behind.
Then one of the many upsets in the face let us mark, just past a quarter of an hour, but many if not all seemed to be at halftime.
's still a long one. You go from a war of position with the bayonet assault, time runs slower as the blood of those who stop to look now at the mercy of the cold. Also those of Gregorense
arrive at the door, and how we often fail, and then find the right corridor, the center ball, the goalkeeper but opposes them a midfielder on the edge of the area and collect bags.
The end is near for the first time, you pull your breath anticipating a hot tea.
The second time resumes the battle. We suffer but on a restart our tip crossed the center, two defenders and goalkeeper make a delicious pancake and the ball is in the network. Just enjoy the results. Opponents want to hit return the favor, and we, on a beautiful percussion sills contract; shooting street pole network. Frost, now, is in, but the team will look into the eyes, not to mention the agreement is: "see you on the barricades."
The defense stops opponents all the gusts, midfielders break the game and build pre the heights that they always on the alert goalkeeper Gregorense.
Now fatigue is felt, and ball or foot is the same thing, there are also a pair of hard work and a red card for the guests. The race director decides that is enough, a hot shower if they are all deserved.
Despite the weather, the third time warming the hearts and cool minds of players and managers.
We're second, four points in the first three days of the second round, same route plan of going, as always, everyone is doing his full duty.
The next play both calming and many of the absent players are catching up, the winter is not over yet but the cold is no longer afraid.
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