Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Bleeding Gums Swollen Tongue Sore Throat

WANT MY LOST MY FIRST NIGHT MY FINAL


"Which way to go up and down to earth, living my Atletico Madrid ..."

Joaquín Sabina, poet and rojiblanco


Neptune did not want to sleep today, is nervous, you are putting a fence around the last time that happened, he stayed a month without sleep, but how it happened. Hamburg is being covered in red and white, and in the legendary district of St Pauli , where football is seen as at the Calderon, where no matter what the team of the skull, he's always supported and will receives the Hells Bells AC / DC . The last time was Kiko, Caminero , Milinko Pantic, Lubo Penev, Santi ... who gave us this beautiful month of May, tonight will De Gea , Domínguez , Kun Aguero and Diego , Diego ay, how you want Diego, who will make history.

Recomendabilísimo story on StPauli, subtitled in English is not

In front is the Fulham, a team that most glamorous titles A team that came to be led by a comedian. We also have artists from the maestro José Tomás until Robe Iniesta genius, through Sabina or even Harrison Ford , milk!. But those do not jump into the field, wearing the shirt of the "cottagers to jump field Zamora, the herald of my fears, and a player that I love, Damien Duff, led by a great strategist as Roy Hodgson . We must not fear them, because today we are coconut, but not be underestimated as it did with St. George the Dragon.

will not be the president, that before starting to work and has started to reduce my salary to give to pigs capitalist speculators, he is not interested in ordinary people, he prefers to support a richer clubs. But here we have the Prince , sweetheart mattress to lift the cup and give it to Antonio López , I can not imagine anyone better to lift the cup.

But let's get to what we like ... The speech:

David , fly high, fly as you know, for sure, with as many strokes nitroglycerin mattress.

Thomas, Damien "what, this type has nothing to do with the best Ujfalusinho , never seen a game more difficult, with a hardened type.

Álvaro , what to say, character, position, desire and above all, that little heart mattress. Kuyt still remember you, still wondering how a kid I felt bitter at the semifinal, you gotta show it to Zamora.

Luis , be yourself, do not try to be another player you're not, because when you Luis Perea , you are one of the best defenders in Europe, if not, ask him CR9 few times he left you., being asked many times Messi I broke the waist. They, the almighty football, they saw the night when you appeared. Luis Run, run .

Antonio, you are our captain, oh captain my captain, are you, when you fail, it pushes you, applaud when you guess right, and always, always have, and supporting the arropándote tier.

Paulo, you're superhuman, the player who makes more miles, the most turnovers, and the most underrated of all. Tonight salt to do business as usual, because it does not matter that the camera flashes are not going to you, because they are the singing and hugging, mattress are thousands of souls, being the motor of this marathon legs.

Raul, get rabies, be the Raúl García I remember, the Raúl García glad I did the day I joined the Raul Garcia was going to be our arrhythmia pacemaker football.

Simao, raise, lower, fighting, shooting on goal and only geniuses know, you're a special player, you are more anyone Luis Figo, Luis Figo unless you get that blood does Gijon pushing and shoving, think and believe. That blood that Nani and Cristiano , who had Figo and Rui Costa . That blood is mixed with mattress covers, a little boy on the border who just wants breakfast at Atleti cup.

Jose , show my fellow countryman who is wrong, that much we want to Santi, know that you're better than him, you've worked hard to get here, to build your first trophy, with red and white stripes, those you love more than anyone, because it cost you earn it. Earlier this year because nobody believed in you and you have made us believe. Dale Jose, give .

Sergio, have you seen the shirts with 10 and the name of Benjamin at the entrance of Calderon?'re Already part of us, do not you see, we love you and adore you like a son, You can not go. I have been gone already too many people, my brother , The Domin, Raúl , Anllel , Marse , child Torres, J d'Etudiant even B I went last night and could not do anything to hold it. Sergio make me dream, I trusted you from day one that stepped on the grass that borders with factory Mahou. Grant us your fantasy tonight, show the world who is the Kun, show that you are Indian and that nowhere is like home. You carry the football in his blood, you are part of our soul, the fans yell, VAMOS KUN AGUERO!
Diego , how good you came Diego, to make sense of our game, to make us believe that anything is possible even in the most faithful and foolish begin to falter. Diego , you rojiblanco you stayed, you left you do not pall for meringues or sausages. Diego what did you do what no one could silence such blatant crowd. You who have got to love Uruguay, much more than we had ever thought. Diego Dale, dale. Dale Uruguasho, give Cacha .



Quique , cares for the kids, takes Jose Manuel if things get stuck, that guy is soft as a flan, but it is a artist with the ball at his feet. If things get ugly, trust Eduardo, who has a wild desire, I did not want to have mercy on our brothers in Gijón when all conformábamos us a draw to keep them with us. Nacho is hard, if the English embroncan the match, he can take the Simeone within him seriously and put in the field. Juanito can get us out of trouble, and Leandro has shown that it was not as bad as everyone thought. It is a pity not to have Ibra , tonight would have eaten the grass put goal, has more enthusiasm than all the stands together. But if you've been Borjita and things not going well, trust him, that we've ever seen, we know that soon everyone will want to take your home. But most of all, thanks Quique Thanks for letting me write these words today, for allowing me to dream, stronger than anyone.

Atleti of my heart Let go Atleti!

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