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Peroni Peroni Tim vs. Tim

ANALYSIS ILLOGICAL TIME EXPIRED Peroni And Tim is not strong. It's official. At the last race of the first round, the last also in 2009, the team's shaky (cerebrally speaking) Mr. Antonio loses Palese, with merit, against formidable opponents Nonmeloricorderòmai. A 3-1 that is clear, very clear, with the only goal scored by Dario time almost expired, a sign of physical inferiority and technical-tactical and psychosomatic absolutely unbreakable. The writer, camping out fat in this long pause, he tried in every way to tarnish the memory of the lighthouse on the latter game, referring to the childish moment of reckoning and hoping that the bad memory could evaporate completely. But despite the dishonesty, the memory and the loss remained. One indelible memory of a little buried under all the fibula, the other, inevitably, in the archives of the tournament. The Peroni loses third place and close to fourth out of thirteen teams. Not bad, though. Were it not for the ultimate performance which, obviously (not really that casual reference), highlighted the problems of a team that, even if only one of the private titolai, literally goes haywire. Two, in fact, are mitigating factors: rat and Mark. The first absent and replaced by poorly Nasopolidis, the second replaced by a generous Michael Strollo (debut with Peroni), who, though playing a much more dignified of the other teammates did not provide the balance that is usually able to ensure good median thrust absent and engaged in a little traitor because another tournament ("he had said on Monday I can not" tell the membership Peroni, "but porcoddio", answer the company - which no grubby store for the same treatment for the rat goalkeeper, who was also engaged in the same tournament but obviously justified iniquity). In any event, good opponents to dismiss the practice Peroni in a short time, running two and sticking with almost all items. The rest, I do not remember really. But the team did sincerely shit.

NOTES The obviousness of the Merveilles convene all the players for about 21.00 but then call them one by one at 20:45, telling them to show up at 22.00 due to a quirk of his memory, more and more random. My Friends Act II of the series: "What is genius? Imagination, intuition and speed of execution "(note the quotation could be wrong).

HAMMERS AND REPORT CARD CHILDREN ARE BEAUTIFUL ( needs rhyme )
( synthetic, disordered, arrogant )

Gal'n Jesus. The worst game of his life, perhaps. Certainly the season. Pacifier and presumptuous, Benin devolving part in the match, up to a thrilling final quarter of an hour: profanity, wrong steps, blasphemy, loss of sleep, cursing and shooting crooked. Score: 4, "cacavracone"
Calf. A little better than the previous one, but not much. Quarrelsome, lazy, indifferent to the great problems of humanity. Selfish and existentialist. V: 4.5; "bell'apparire"
Michael Strollo . Unfounded, the less guilty. It is up to the team as the team to shine on Saturday night, it must be said. However, the commitment and the run we are all, especially in the first half. Enrolled for a better future. V: 5 "victim".
Dario . Soft, awkward, almost shy. And, above all, distracted. For once, we'll look the other way. Despite the late goal. Ca (s) pita. V: 5 -, "Get out of this body, Satan!"
Nicola Kogiun . Evaporated in a red cloud, one of the many loopholes in the night. V: ng, "Amico fragile."
Antonios Nasopolidis. Why shoot at the Red Cross?