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Saque de puerta. Sanchís, Alkorta, pasa a Sanchís, Alkorta. Saque de banda. Centra, corre por
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la banda, regatea, Alkorta, Sanchís, el árbitro dicta fuera de banda, saque, centra Alkorta
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y uy! mano! mano involuntaria de Sanchís. Realiza el saque Alkorta, aligera el saque, dispone
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la siguiente jugada el capitán del equipo que junto al entrenador acuerdan la sustitución.
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Sale Alkorta, lo sustituye Sanchís, que se juega esta noche su pase a otro equipo y el pago
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de la del sharlet que se ha comprado en el prado, y no sabe qué hacer, los tacos de sus
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botas pisan fieramente el verde del césped, que no puede tener otro color, y el aluminio
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pelado en ellos brilla como diciendo aquí me juego el pan de mis hijos, el de mi mujer,
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el de la puta presentadora de televisión con la que maldito el día en que me lié, que me
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está sacando los cuartos y no sé siquiera si me tiene algo de estima, como tampoco sé en
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qué mierda piensa el presidente del club, ése tío vuelcatrenes que
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mecagoensuputamadrequetepariócabróneldíaquetepille a ver dónde acaba todo ésto.
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Vuelve a sacar Sanchís, hoy parece que no es su día, dispara Alkorta, los jugadores se
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apelotonan, como los intereses del pago de los Ferraris, poco capital, muchos intereses,
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botellazo que recibe Alkorta, disparo sin duda de algún espectador humano, éstos tíos me
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ponen nervioso, son unos flojos, venga ya a jugar como Dios manda, si és que no valéis
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para nada sinvergüenzas, gandules anda que si fuera yo el presidente y no ése putero os
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íbais a enterar, renueva el saque de banda Sanchís, centra la portería, fuera saque de banda,
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mucha tensión en la portería, el marido de la portera le pide algunos cuartos para un
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cafelito, el pobre parado, que se lo juega todo a las máquinas y se gasta lo que le sale.
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Expulsión simultánea de Sanchis y Alkorta y fin del partido con la clasificación en cuartos de
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final de la liguilla de los supercampeones de la Recopa del Recopón de la Supercopa de
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Europa. Bienvenidos. Buenas Noches.
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Que desvarío. Que era eso que fumas?
Opio del pueblo, osea osea: Fútbol Español.
umm,bien por el minimalismo, mál por er furgol.
penalizado.
Se trataba en origen de un modestísimo (modestísimo) ejercicio caligramático, pero se vé que el jefe J. no ha conseguido enjaretar los márgenes (no le culpo, era un latazo verdadero, mis disculpas).
Cierto, querido amigo Cosmo: mal por el fúrgol, no tengo ni puta idea de fútbol. El compañero Fargo podrá acreditar que mientras él y sus hermanos, y amigos, se divertían con las zapatetas y cabriolas de cualquier gazmoño jurbolista, yo me dedicaba a aporrear de forma desmañada la guitarra.
Saludos y despenalizaciones!
Cierto más que cierto…
Por cierto, el Terminator es el 1º.
Salsaludos fargo.
No era aquí el tema del Terminator. Pero tiés razón, vesino.
Los margeneses estan enjaretaisisisismos, cagonto….
Lo que Vd. diga… siempre!
ander alkorta gonzalez es dios