wins dolceamare and found hobby.
The Copa del Rey, Copa ACB or how you want to call ended with the victory of Barça (second row, after the triumph of last year, which also was a clásico, and that a team it did not happen twice since 88, and even then it was Barça vantiamoci #), and, well. The tour de force of the Copa was the usual tour de force of the Copa (maybe this time I experienced a bit 'worse because after the first and sometimes when I was losing my health on mental palatalization and labial-velar and many other things I should not have to study for this exam but haha when ever I had professors that less crazy?), with the usual scare scary, the usual perpetual terror, the usual tension, at the end of each game, instead of dissolving accumulated because omgdomaninedobbiamogiocareun'altra . Which is why no serious m'immischio Cup with Italy, for two competitions so I can not do to hold them. Especially since there seems to be a good time to match the weekend of the Italian Cup with those of Rey, oh well.
However, I said. The Blaugrana have won over Real Madrid, which is nearly double satisfaction, and the final was a game well worthy of both teams, I appreciated more the quarterfinals and semifinals, for the obvious reason that was alive during those Navarro , and, well, Navarro makes any game better. # Persitudinenoil'abbiamo
My problem - if it can be defined - is that happiness for the trophy I was a little 'there (you choose where to place it, anatomically,' I'm there ) because Carlos has played a game dick and the title of MVP in the Cup is the only one who's missing. And I wanted, God blessed, I have not slept three nights spun earlier in the week. Gerous omgsonopatetica # # # nondefriendatemi
I console myself by thinking that this is his fifth Cup, which qualifies it as the active player with the highest number of editions won, and simultaneously makes it more English player with track record rich, but still. However, we lack the title of MVP there, and think of having to wait another year - what a drag. What a bore. (What m'incazzo then if I think that played to the semifinals. God Twenty-one points, as usual, a more the best. Determination, heart, desire to do. The next day, against the real damage I mean, it was a shadow of himself. 75% of Prisons has to do, like defending a monster game and fanned out through the first two quarters of play, until the third foul, but still remains the 25% that was pure bad luck, pure exhaustion, perhaps pure sosolochehaigiocatoalminimostorico . Blah.)
But I'm happy for Alan, eh, take my heart. ♥ E to the base, which probably give it to him - he stopped for thousands of years, so much to dall'appassire depressed, Baso, Baso my, - the cup is raised because the was the best thing that Roger Grimau did. In all his life. Grimaumistasullepalle essenzialmenteperchévoglioNavarrocapitano # # # OhYeah
(Do not say do not be frightened by the size of my affection for the man. I'm not saying do not be afraid of how I took it, from how to objectively define it in only half-joking marit'm (xD = my husband). I do not say anything, which is better.)
What then, are now three years that sits on our bench coach Pascual. Wishes ♥
& Series found hobby: I spent half an hour to sift through the coins I had in my bag looking for foreign companies. I found a penny German (are amoreh! ♥), ten cents and one euro of English origin unidentified. Everything is done in the old sock that I keep my non-Italian coins, false and older. It 'something I do from what I was small, because of my father who is almost more appropriate to me in this shit, and it was a bit' that does not happen to me and, well. : ')
ETA.
OH CHRIST, THE TONDEZZA. THE BEAUTY. THE BARBEZZA. THE NCLPF-ness.
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