Like all Uruguayans, I wanted to be a football player. I played very well, was a marvel, but only at night, while sleeping, occurring during the day was the worst wooden leg has been in a small place for my country.
As fan, also left much to be desired. Juan Alberto Schiaffino and Julio César Abbadie played for Peñarol, Table enemy. As a good fan of Nacional, I did everything possible to hate. But Pepe Schiaffino, with his passing master, armed his team the game as if seeing the field from the top of the tower of the stadium Abbadie Pardo and slid the ball over the white line on the shore and ran with seven-league boots, rocking without touching the ball or touch rivals: I had no choice but to admire, and I even felt like applauding.
years have passed, and eventually I ended up taking my identity: I am a beggar for good football. I go by the shadow world in hand, and beg stages: "A nice jugadita, for God's sake.
And when good soccer happens, I appreciate the miracle but I care a damn what the club or the country that offers me.
I too am a beggar for good football but celebrate a triumph for the many (?) No, do not hold your white! : P: P
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