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Against all odds the ball dribbled the sole. Luckily there are alternatives blame a colleague complain about the state of the field. None are effective. Nothing worse than start with a stumble. The picture darkens. Is that it is the cover letter. A gesture diminishes, minimizes and, in turn, gigantic to the contrary. To the left side stand, no longer serves as a starter for his generous belly. Search for it
-to four that is horrible. These choris they sell here are crap. Thus
. Judgement. He teaches the fate of that performance. If the first step is poor, so is everything else. Eye, the rule is capricious because it is inversely proportional. It is a fine play of entry can also lead to a sluggish performance. But the former. The first, as in the trick, is golden. Losing the ball so shameful that it's like throwing a four on the first hand is like those dreams where you realize you're naked.
- Wake Chicho Dale kickass thousand re re you bore them!
It did not take criticism. Chicho felt the impact. Impact was compounded when his clearance came back and ended up in a new corner. And trust that escapes. Forks. No case. A jet, a kick that is credited with a warning, a colleague showed me a yellow. A ball in the lower parts complete the combo.
At that time the players are leaving marks on the memory. There's the ball. Come running rivals. Angry, tough guys, looking ill. And the first pass. The second well. Poor third party who failed to close the legs. And poor goalkeeper could do nothing against the buck. The play was drawn on his head. All set. He took the ball and took a terrible forehand. Of those who go to four inches from the floor. Sign of talent. But instead of imagined glory, the ball went through the midfield. The hand took the back of the thigh. A piercing scream worried about his teammates. The change was instantaneous.
- Look, you got balls eh! I thought I would play, but this pain is killing me.
- Chicho Does it hurt much? What are you? To call the doctor.
-tear, sure. Sos boludo As you can you not realize! Or do you think you played as for the donkey shit? Do not you see you're a liner. No, not a liner. You're a bastard! Rev. A son of a bitch! That's what you are. Andate well shit. What do I touch your leg? What the fuck you want to see? Hasta puto sos. Tomatela maricón. Dejame en paz y metete al médico en el orto.