There was a moment, midway through the first part, when I was informed that the Barca and those of the hams, sausages and other sausages, those of the Water wellWow, they were on penalties in the futsal cup final. I thought: total, go see how they go, because in the Camp Nou also play the same game, because the match between Seville and Barca It was dangerously resembling a sports court match, at least because of how difficult it was to get the ball inside the Sevilla goal. It seemed as if it had dwarfed and it was also Bondthat when he played in the Girona was a suffering and that in the “nit freda per ser abril” (as they sing Manuel) was in charge of frustrating Barça’s expectations. he got fed up Dembele hitting the wing and running like a persecuted gazelle, but he didn’t shoot or cross fatally, hell, with how easy it would have been, in one of his cavalcades, to put the toe in and start solving the match.
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The night was cold, yes, strangely cold for a month of April, and things were getting complicated. So, I went to the futsal final and all of a sudden I find myself in the middle of a pitched battle for a take away from me the title that a referee with a beard and guts snatched from those of the hams, who reacted like lions chasing gazelles. Or referees. He was convinced that if the Barca ended up winning the final, after the definitive goal of the Water well, Well, that, that the atomic bomb would be armed, as heated as the spirits were. I was amused by the riots and presumed that it boded well for the second part of the game. Camp Nousince the first one was almost finished with the futsal title.
The Barca He continued with the excellent line of play that he embroidered against Madridbut the goal of the Seville It still looked like one of those so tiny and there was no way. until it appeared Pedri. Please. I have read some that say when the canary takes over the ball it is as if time stopped. I guess it’s a poetic way of saying that he plays in another dimension and that it seems that the defenders are on pause while he goes about his business, but what really impresses me about this guy is what he says afterwards. In Istanbul, after the festival of breaks, he said that he was lucky not to think and, after the superb goal against Bono, he declared that “whenever there is a leg ahead, I cut back & rdquor ;. It is the antithesis of premeditation and calculation. It is the apotheosis of necessity turned into virtue. If there is an obstacle I jump over it; if there is a difficulty, I save it. like he said George Mallory a hundred years ago, when he was asked why he climbed Everest. “Because it’s here & rdquor ;, she said. Because it is there. Why does Pedri score those goals? Because if you have to overcome opponents, they are overcome, period. It is football made minimalism, simplicity, roundness of the obvious. He will continue to climb mountains, this footballer.