Dedicated to Jorge. DT much force.
lower pulse is essential. The 1-0 down so requires. The Deutsche Bank is surrounded by emergency. Lost, disoriented. The opposite goal is getting further away. Widespread disgust. That's the scenario penozo. A new challenge for the coach.
"Boys let's get together to talk a little about the game.
Talks Deuch techniques have a curious quality. The voice command finds no impediment to reproduce, to travel by word of mouth. Then each member is convinced of the importance of their contributions.
"Hey assholes, is the empty drum. I'm breaking the rising and you are not able to fill this shit, "chides the wolf against one of the undisputed holders of the bank.
"We're about jerks, some girls. Let them feel the heat. We need to break your legs.
"Do not say bullshit, you see that the nine we are dancing a great time. We have to mark to that and go.
-ready guys, let's get together, reaffirms the DT. Banco
Jorge, did you see the goal that you missed it Martin? Van fifteen minutes and you run out of legs.
"But I stayed up late with your old, stupid.
"Well yes, now limits the coach with a gesture of nuisance .- We have to work especially ...
"We must make them feel the rigor. We need to break your legs.
"This is an idiot, always says the same idiocy. Leave talk to Jorge.
"It is true, shut up cuckold.
- What is it silly? You just say me. You have 23 years and you're a virgin. The girl is afraid to debut.
- Basta! I'm tired.
Now if silence is contagious. Everyone seems to be ready to be enlightened.
"Well, what I meant is that we play a little harder ...
" They saw he was right. Let them feel the heat. We need to break legs
"Oh, you have little problems you seriously. Go and make you see.
"Just Gordo you're going to come and talk. First go down a few kilos, "dale?
-Deuchar, the field-enacts the referee.
is difficult to find an explanation. Much more telling. I will only say that the Deuch kept a tight 4-3. Two players less and an enemy wall fracture were the balance of a memorable battle. The afternoon began badly, indeed. But there were the words of George, in time.
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