"To be the best, You have to beat the best" saying "the Nature Boy" Ric Flair, and 16 great American sport times World Heavyweight Champion WWE.
A sentence a bit 'bloated but paints with precision the extent of the company yesterday. This is, in fact, with disarming ease, what you did yesterday, you beat the best. You put aside your physical limitations and technical difficulties that have deprived us of important players, the controversies that were starting to wear down the soft underbelly of the team and at the end of the battle, as the Achilles' novel, you dragged the lifeless body of Muscle Gym nine times around the walls of an ideal Ilio. And one day you were the best.
But it was not easy. It was not at all easy. After the disappointing defeat with our nemesis, the fearsome floors Gregorin, the challenge seemed to the leaders announced a massacre: the powerful and corrupt forces of the gyms that were seeking passage to stretch the Serbian enemy and you as the 200 Spartans of Leonidas, Thermopylae holed up in your half of the field, prepared for the worst, ready to sell life dearly and do as much harm as possible.
Our opponents are presented in their arrogant arrogant divided Blaugrana. They pulled directly from the kickoff, you are angry with us, with the referee and with themselves because they felt better. But υβρις is the greatest sin and the gods punish him in the most cruel. With the humiliation.
Guided by your leader, the Camionero Leonidas, who has placed himself at the head of his troops with the charisma that only Napoleon could have, I have followed with vigorous passion and have been perfect. Simply. From Angle with its double scoliosis and its effects on M-Bop, and his teetotal exuberance, to Tondina, the perennial underdog, for a day and Lobascio giant, black swan from the foot of velvet. And the midfield with Mexico and his dribbling drunk, Mazzucco and his mangy football arrogance, Attila, midfielder of 23 th century, who dances like a butterfly and stings like a bee.
And thanks also to those absent, that their absence made it even more epic this time.
Now the road is marked, we have entered the correct path in the woods that will make us men and samples, or kill us in the defeat. I have no illusions that it will be easy, battles to be fought are still many difficulties and around every corner, but after yesterday I am even more sure we can make it. Our only limit is the sky.
with pride and passion
Your
A sentence a bit 'bloated but paints with precision the extent of the company yesterday. This is, in fact, with disarming ease, what you did yesterday, you beat the best. You put aside your physical limitations and technical difficulties that have deprived us of important players, the controversies that were starting to wear down the soft underbelly of the team and at the end of the battle, as the Achilles' novel, you dragged the lifeless body of Muscle Gym nine times around the walls of an ideal Ilio. And one day you were the best.
But it was not easy. It was not at all easy. After the disappointing defeat with our nemesis, the fearsome floors Gregorin, the challenge seemed to the leaders announced a massacre: the powerful and corrupt forces of the gyms that were seeking passage to stretch the Serbian enemy and you as the 200 Spartans of Leonidas, Thermopylae holed up in your half of the field, prepared for the worst, ready to sell life dearly and do as much harm as possible.
Our opponents are presented in their arrogant arrogant divided Blaugrana. They pulled directly from the kickoff, you are angry with us, with the referee and with themselves because they felt better. But υβρις is the greatest sin and the gods punish him in the most cruel. With the humiliation.
Guided by your leader, the Camionero Leonidas, who has placed himself at the head of his troops with the charisma that only Napoleon could have, I have followed with vigorous passion and have been perfect. Simply. From Angle with its double scoliosis and its effects on M-Bop, and his teetotal exuberance, to Tondina, the perennial underdog, for a day and Lobascio giant, black swan from the foot of velvet. And the midfield with Mexico and his dribbling drunk, Mazzucco and his mangy football arrogance, Attila, midfielder of 23 th century, who dances like a butterfly and stings like a bee.
And thanks also to those absent, that their absence made it even more epic this time.
Now the road is marked, we have entered the correct path in the woods that will make us men and samples, or kill us in the defeat. I have no illusions that it will be easy, battles to be fought are still many difficulties and around every corner, but after yesterday I am even more sure we can make it. Our only limit is the sky.
with pride and passion
Your
President Emilio Gabriel Herometas
0 comments:
Post a Comment