"The problem are the two Daniele" thus echoing the words of the farmer Toni Palese. This morning, in fact, approached by the press in a telephone conversation, the coach of the fibula was already a prey to the pre-race concerns. "Well that pititone" he said once, shortly after the "ready" sleepy, and asked the writer if it were true that the winter raged outside. It was 12 a quarter and Mr. Palese was asleep while she slept and dreamed the team. "We are seven" promptly announced after the reflexive fart, pushing the name of the falls as the seventh Lopresti added, as if it were really a stopgap.
The problem, therefore, reshuffle the deck, not just the two Daniel absent. The problem is also Christian Loprieno, falling from undeserved usual Roman holiday. If you add to this the last Gal'n Jesus, in putrid conditions and recovering from an influenza A but not B (because it is not suited to the oral), as well as the sparkling Tonino Cyrano Morese absence of Nicola Kogiun, then the picture is more than complete. "This cat chicory" in short, one might say, as surely would have missed the usual boy president pulping the proverb of the day. The Peroni
Tim enjoys the first place then, perhaps waiting to lose. Moreover, as we report below, the national press, and foreign neighborhood does not seem to expect more. "The peasants now lose the guitar was not entitled without Guerin Sportivo the snobbery in its pages. "It's raining, Loprieno thief!" Instead, a tabloid cries of the channel, already covered by charging the succulent pig as a sacrificial victim to the likely defeat. "Tonino back to jail" yesterday proposed a national "Camporeale-Sera," taking an old football chant loudly confusing but the farmer with the ex-convict Palese Emilio (strong supporter of the campaign pro-Santaniello). Not forgetting the local page of Gazzetta dello Sport, the invisible, whose title leaves no doubt about the anti-Peronist be taken by all the press: "This Peroni not be done".
Mr. Palese, from his couch, his hand on the breast of Kim, she'll already studying countermoves, fart after fart, reflection after reflection. The dream, the hope, the answer might be a glaring proof of the hard core of team pride. The worst, though. But even the most attached to the colors of this shirt-yellow beer. The burp in the mouth is a must.
( in the photo above, Mr. Palese Antonio along with his colleague the nose, next to him - photos and Mamta pat't)
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