Remember the Italialaiset? Last year we started with the Lombard football tournament at 7-over 'shabby history. Memorable part of my goals in torsion and in elevation a cross from AleBon!
Well, this year we came back, more 'disorganized than ever, and even more 'amazing, I was asked (but will not reveal' the name of principal) to continue blogging about the tournament! The
you have it!
You must first know that this year compared to last year we were organized. That 's all say. This year, the Bureau transferred to Giulio good for non-sporting issues, we do not have a fixed ports and take turns in alphabetical order ...
The initiative is not 'been some of the most' lucky. The first game, and 'was played against a team called Battre Folk, which appears in Swedish means "people better." These people are 'the better it seems that last year they even won the tournament! I campioni in carica!
Mi armo del mio miglior finlandese, e mi informo col loro capitano se e' vero che l'anno scorso abbiano vinto il torneo. Lui mi risponde con lo stesso sguardo, son sicuro, con cui il lupo guardava Cappuccetto Rosso prima di mangiarsela, dicendo, si proprio noi. A questo punto non potevo far altro che rilanciare un "Vittu" d'ordinanza, giusto perche' l'occasione lo richiedeva e il lupo se l'aspettava.
L'inizio e' clamorosamente a sorpresa: un veloce uno due di Salvo e della punta di diamante Luca, che fino all'anno scorso giocava (anche arbitrato da me) addirittura in quarta divisione, portano gli Italialaiset in vantaggio 2-0!!! Contro i campioni in carica! Poi gli avversari si ricordano to be the champions, rely on their better organization, and the game ends with an honorable 11-2. Sigh ... I think the record for goals in league amateur ... At the end of the game, touching someone of the opposing players during the third time, he greeted us with a "thank you" instead of the usual "Kiitos"
The second game has reached the limit of sconquassitudine we were counted in 7 against a team , FC Kalkkaro equally profughesca, who had the merit of having lost "only" 2-0 with Battre Folk. Appealing to all our strengths, while drawing the referee did not see a hidden oxygen bottles, we can, pulling out a specimen worthy of the best bolt Nereo Rocco, to resist Luca at 0-0 with a version of gladiator central defender. Everything 's well that ends well? No! The very last second, the ball came in our area, the center opponent who invents a swing while drunk on good and stabs Luca AleBot goalkeeper cars, the first pole. What a joke!
For the third game, played today, we called for reinforcements. Representatives of the team's seventh president Julius, the poetic name Magnifiga (!). Sconquassatissimo arrived at the pitch without even changing rooms, we expect a trauma. The opposing team, HSP, announced he is fearsome as a full score as well 'as the reigning champions, and' made up of young man palestratissimi, tattooed, and massiccissimi really angry with expressions mo I'll show you! Tipacci big, young, tall team with a serious and complete with the sponsor (which in this series is' a luxury, complete and sponsors) think that the captain had even the band!
were great and many. They had 10 reservations or something like that. We could not even take it for fatigue. One of them, and 'even brought back the girl, in a deadly stangone adhere totally pants and heels (' cause, in a football field?), Which I suspect is another tactic of psychological intimidation, in addition to the tattoos of the players, for deconcentrate opponents from the game. In fact, and not just 'come you, the attention of you and Italialaiset 'moved as if by magic from the bocce ball ...
The game is' mysteriously went well: we defended with order, not forgetting to attack, today's Julius goalkeeper saved the door on several occasions, and on many occasions we have become dangerous. Dominance opponent counterattacks but Italialaiset.
When everything seemed to go in the harbor, just minutes from the end of the game, a cross from the right, our central falls asleep (it seems he was looking at the legs of figona) and striker opponent, a dude with long hair and headbands Dolce and Gabbana (!) invents a wedge to Bettega slaying Julius who was watching the blonde's ass. 1-0, di nuovo, e tutti a casa!
Apprezzabile la vera esultanza con cui hanno salutato il gol, vuol dire che stavano soffrendo! A fine partita, nell'interminabile terzo tempo (ma quanti erano? Facevano i cambi tipo hockey, tutta la squadra in una volta!), immancabile il grazie in italiano.
La prossima andra' meglio. Si spera. Nel frattempo la Longobarda si e' dopata, e ha gia' vinto due partite su tre. Bene cosi'.
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