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Originally Posted by Falcao
I remember my surprise when they lost that game against Italy.
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Ah Ah Ah. I still remember that series of matches. I actually was in Brazil, in the nice town of B*** in the state of SanPaolo, for work. There was the match with Argentina. We were at the restaurant in SanPaolo with a bunch of guys from BA. You know how meek and humble they can be those pibe de oro. We won and they lost their smile. Which was not a big loss as they apparently had a bad relation with their orthodontist. Differently from you senhores (that's how I simulate the tilde) muchacitos they eat beef rather than maize so something does happen.
Than there was the match with the brazileros, that have always feared the azzurri of all the teams. The boss invited me at his place to see the match, and there I was surrounded by verde oros and the pibe de oro who had recovered all their albagia. And they were so patronizing. So nice. Have more this, have more that. Take some of this, my mother made it with her hands.
You know how suave they can be.
Than they scored. Ale aho. Dances, sambades, drums in the streets. The work. Than we scored. In the silence everybody could hear the slap of my hand against the interior of my arm in the umbrella gesture.
At the end of the match, that the azzurri dominated cynically, i had busted a vein in the interior of my left arm. I wanted to go and dance naked in the streets, but they did not let me. Too dangerous they said.