World You can smell. It feels its unique flavor to goal, to betting, a passion. Today, when missing 66 days to start the annual festival of world football, rescued as a preamble to something I wrote 6 years ago during the European Championships in Portugal. Perhaps at times can be a bit ... rude, yes ... but football is life, drama, anger, beauty, meanness, irony, illusion, arrogance, audacity, joy, pain and, of course, profanity. Or believe what you read on the lips of an attacker when the ball goes out are flowers?
Football is not for me anything. Some see it only in the world, some people enjoy it and even come to understand what are fans of a club or sawn selection are what make football part of their lives. Among the latter, I tell myself.
milk is football
Some people classified with the purest, most really are, others too, but the bad, and there are those who just come up believing then pour. What what I mean?, Because of the milk. Today was how it struck hosts Portugal in the face Spain in the Iberian derby and Raul and company got two separate tickets in first class, but back home. But do not confuse my sarcasm. Not wishing to lose Spain viscerally, what happens is that meetings like this I have a clear favorite, soccer. Portugal came
dying, Spain left the field not in a critical situation, but also delicate. Neighboring countries to bursting stadium of fans of both nations, ranking at stake, the final flavor. A handshake between fellow Real Madrid and now rivals, coin and seconds later the whistle sounded. Hoping
on one foot and determination on the other, provided for the Portuguese attack to leave the soul in the ground while the midfield and defense neutralized the English outpost, which went largely unnoticed in the initial 45 to the flood Lusa faced Casillas and his back. Finally, a well-planted Figo in the first half and part of the supplement phase, with a Ronaldo who won the European title and which I predict will be talking about in the future, plus a brilliant definition of Nuno Gomes at 57, gave victory to Portugal.
Spain woke from their slumber, but later, and charged him their pettiness lucky the first time, closing the rails to convert two goals in clubs. Changes. Enter an expected Morientes, but Inaki Saez is kept to Valeron for peace of the Portuguese fans. However, the last minutes were dramatic and eleven eleven defending attacking. Blessed be the obsession of the DT to make the fans suffer. "Scolari does not know whether to make it catenaccio goals, the risk is greater in an attack-minded selection? Besides, is not 76 minutes showed that the best way to defend is overflowing into the territory contrary? (¿¿¿¿ Be that you can understand Trapattoni ????). Contrary to popular thought, in Lisbon just a squad out to find the game and that was the Lusitanian. And why not, if they are homeowners and victory, rather than necessary, and had become a patriotic duty. But what about Spain? Is not it perhaps the English team at home in a fury of goals rather than the fury of frustration that is repeated in every World Cup and European Championship? English conformism filled my craving for football and made me roll over the opponent squarely. I wanted to watch football and Portugal was giving me.
Portugal looked great against a rival of the great (in theory). So should be compared to Greece and Spain also had to be. Thus the forecast would not have come to ruin, and both bars have celebrated today as supplies equally. No way. still critical days. Italy to the brink of elimination (as usual), like the Netherlands, while a trail of questions involves France, Germany and England. Portuguese team today I saw a desire to make football that I have not seen any of the other teams that come together in this Euro 2004, with the exception of the Czech Republic by the hand of the figure Pavel Nedved, has been growing in every game. The encounter with the Netherlands and the manner in which rallied from a two to zero makes Czechs, in my opinion, serious candidates for the final stage. Not for nothing were the first to make the quarter without any suffering.
But I'm swimming in the sea of \u200b\u200bspeculation and these waters are so wide and deep as the Atlantic that separates us from Europe. If one minute you can turn to a bookmark, just imagine what can happen in 90. I can only say to those who, like me, like to predict outcomes, they should not leave out one important factor: the milk.
(Note: what a pity that I was right on about Cristiano Ronaldo I predict. CR9 How I hate!)
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