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The dreaded moment for a player. That in which anything goes. There is the fat kid that plays at right back. Robust, low adept at fair play. In his violent style lies the respect of his peers, but everyone knows its many limitations. Now it is the hero of the day. Every time it faces nine, the big displays his best stuff, with elegant take off and obscenities of dubious originality.
"You're worse than a duck.
are some of the unfortunate situations that you accept the striker. They played the game. The dwarves, they always rise to the fighting behind the giant, now we take advantage the air. Nothing comes out. Guess passes to his teammates, the arches and dodge shots mountain land his right foot chase. The legendary striker seems to have lost their mystique. Would not be that the crucial problem. In fact, everyone goes through a slump. The moral dilemma is how to point out their weak level, finding a disrespectful that dares to ask for a replacement.
-Too bad he's playing Longa, by God, "says his eternal deputy, with enough volume for the technician to listen.
His strategy works.
-Claudio, heat enters sack Longa. Claudio
far from being a gifted. Moreover, it is sometimes preferable to play a friendly match with odd equipment. And not for the benefits. Is your little self-criticism, lack of awareness, generating a collective malaise. A perfect cocktail to give a great headache for the historic ... continue

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I Wanted archer, with or without experience

Ideally looking for an excuse: warm up to three courts away, loading as container displayed on the grass, go to looking for a pair of ankle replacement. Now, when a player takes about twenty minutes to decide between the new and shiny boots, and old with several ventilation channels, the behavior becomes a little suspicious. As much as many attempts to delay, that time is inevitable.
"Hey fool, do not be jerks Who saves the day?
hand goes straight to the chest. No cardiac arrest, but at this point anything goes. The mission: to avoid being caught in the net. The Deuchebank has a curious quality: Archer has never fixed. A castle after another, a position that fails to fall in love with any of their candidates. The answer to that nagging question is immediate.
"I tackle the last date, so I am not even look.
The higher number, the lowest, Terrome Terrome, Majority. None of those games has as much legitimacy to define such a designation. And start the parade of excuses.
"You know that the other day I hit my hand. I do not like as I have this vein. I think I have to go to the doctor.
Of course, every lie is accompanied by a promise.
-Posta say it, but atajaría. Stay tranqui that next Sunday I go.
A resigned to accept charge. And again quiet. Now practiced in the stage of the match, forcing deputies to fill the empty bottles and the brave boast guapeza representing the play without ankle.
was triumph. A tight 1-0. And then showered praise. "Well Dad," "shortcuts like the gods", "Boys, I seem to find keeper" and "you're a wall", the most popular.
-And Light-clear was the flamboyant goalkeeper.
The sample of vanity is hit by smiles from all sides. Sometimes it is easier to give a compliment to think about an excuse.

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The goldsmith of flattery

Eye is not a professional sycophant. Much less a liar. His attitude tiresome, slow, at times desperate. His messages of encouragement are addressed distracted ears, almost resigned. But we must recognize that it has a nose worthy of a hound. When a player is always flirting with failure comes on stage. Mamerto
-Dale, a little more than aim and that's it.
His words are not always welcome. Few vecen work. Especially when it comes to a finish that in turn require the goalkeeper, resulted in contusion linesman. No player wants to hear. There are no secrets, every time that voice is coming, requires immediate criticism.
"Stay calm, it can happen to anyone. Stay up to the team bench and ice from the outside.
is true, only the elect are exempt angry with a strained adductor. But when it comes to a tear in twenty millimeters in the warm, it is inevitable not to think that wanders through some bad luck ground sector. Loved or hated, the goldsmith of flattery is to be respected. Because in the worst moment, where all eyes fire of hatred, he comes for a pat on the back.
Promotion. Criminal. Last minute. The goal: not to descend into the depths of the C. The executioner stands in front of the ball and illusions star team against the crossbar. A new failure for Deuchebank, one more. Luckily there is the goldsmith.
"Son of a bitch, it's you I can believe. Son of a bitch, you have no shame You saw what you did? Contestame idiot. And look me in the face when you speak or did you now is a fag. Andate well away motherfucker. Here we are not losers.