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.
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