Some have lost a Champions League in five minutes. Us that we do not miss anything tear a draw from 'the eighty-sixth novataduesimo.
Sanprecario Ten minutes and a lot of luck against more than eighty where we lost ourselves, they remember even those in the gallery. At the first deportation, which is not played for ten minutes, the Supporters have realized that today was not area, which would not have the wonderful sun warmed our hearts and souls welcomed the exhibitions.
nervous, Fouled, without soul, without the pleasure and the idea of \u200b\u200bplaying football and if we end the first half down by two goals and ten is because today is not the holy intercession and the god of football, who loves ugly dirty and bad, right hates the arrogant.
The rest is surreal, football ugly contagious even those who watch, torrents of words and comments, much nervousness.
The second half of that is the first one, then another half an hour after the expulsion order becomes a feeling of certainty. It 's like seeing the best group of cyclists away and you're on the hook, finished legs, numbed wits, and fear that the next thrust will end up in the queue.
When he gets the second expulsion also sit on the bench, the current is too strong, better to be carried away, hoping for a quick end.
Then comes the beauty of football, his irrational part, that childhood dream, that of the comeback.
Even opponents are tired, do a hunt, and we now besieged, with a few ideas, but confused, their area; of yet another ball thrown toward the door, the first shot is rejected the second enters. There is no time nor desire to rejoice, we are in recovery, action, shooting, rejected angle battue short, cross, hands in the area, rigor.
Captain declines exhausted our non-African striker weighs heavily upon us; square the ball, run, shoot, on the one hand ball the other goalie.
whistle and everyone at home.
E 'was great, thank you, come back, we liked ... ... Have fun ... ... Not so much ... ... Worried ... ... No, we've seen worse, but with another spirit you say ... ... For what we are concerned, quoting the poet ... ... Close to you in the sun and wind in smile and cry ... ... then the next ... ... And do not forget the tissues ..
Sanprecario Ten minutes and a lot of luck against more than eighty where we lost ourselves, they remember even those in the gallery. At the first deportation, which is not played for ten minutes, the Supporters have realized that today was not area, which would not have the wonderful sun warmed our hearts and souls welcomed the exhibitions.
nervous, Fouled, without soul, without the pleasure and the idea of \u200b\u200bplaying football and if we end the first half down by two goals and ten is because today is not the holy intercession and the god of football, who loves ugly dirty and bad, right hates the arrogant.
The rest is surreal, football ugly contagious even those who watch, torrents of words and comments, much nervousness.
The second half of that is the first one, then another half an hour after the expulsion order becomes a feeling of certainty. It 's like seeing the best group of cyclists away and you're on the hook, finished legs, numbed wits, and fear that the next thrust will end up in the queue.
When he gets the second expulsion also sit on the bench, the current is too strong, better to be carried away, hoping for a quick end.
Then comes the beauty of football, his irrational part, that childhood dream, that of the comeback.
Even opponents are tired, do a hunt, and we now besieged, with a few ideas, but confused, their area; of yet another ball thrown toward the door, the first shot is rejected the second enters. There is no time nor desire to rejoice, we are in recovery, action, shooting, rejected angle battue short, cross, hands in the area, rigor.
Captain declines exhausted our non-African striker weighs heavily upon us; square the ball, run, shoot, on the one hand ball the other goalie.
whistle and everyone at home.
E 'was great, thank you, come back, we liked ... ... Have fun ... ... Not so much ... ... Worried ... ... No, we've seen worse, but with another spirit you say ... ... For what we are concerned, quoting the poet ... ... Close to you in the sun and wind in smile and cry ... ... then the next ... ... And do not forget the tissues ..
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