Hello friends,
This week I want to write again on a matter totally alien to my everyday life: The football.
But I will not talk about games.
No. I'm not going to propose as an argument why the hell staunch Germany did not play against us as they did with Spain, or why the latter is not buried in the Cañete octopus. No. I do not
mention of the orgasmic joy to me that Friday was the elimination of Brazil, which made me jump as a teenager down the hall from my house to cry - Eeeeeeeeee! - a perfect Beavis & Butthead , already an old man.
No. I'm not going to question any of our selection, and all my readers know what I think of this world is ending.
This time I want to refer to football reporters, those of Radio Continental precisely. I'm talking about our beloved Victor Hugo Morales and his colleagues, less important, but who can replace him when it is not worth it he himself who tells parties: Osvaldo Wehbe and Jorge Arcapalo .
gives me a dark and severe depression when I drive on Sunday afternoon, with the window open and watch the sunday dressed in pajamas splendid neck, saddle lying on the beach with the radio to stick in ear, listening to a story of football on the pavement outside their houses with the door open, while their disheveled woman in dressing gown serves some mates. Certainly makes me want to shoot myself when I see these scenarios sunday. And that's why I can not hear the football games on Sundays, and maybe that's why I only know Victor Hugo and did not know these two speakers: Osvaldo and Jorge .
Admittedly, you must have a different brain lighting for the rapporteur of football, let us agree that it must be hard work: Go for forty-five minutes recontra stick a microphone in his mouth, saying twenty-two names without mistakes, plays by drawing the listener, the listener can not see their status listener and not supplier. It must be hard. No doubt arduous task.
Then I started hearing the parties' major "which recounted by Continental when I had no other to be working, and there I met these two reporters. Osvaldo Wehbe
seemed wise, very agile. So even rogue, there was a moment of a match between Paraguay and do not remember who else, missing seconds left in the second half and sends: - ... And now the referee whistle shows the players of Paraguay ... - It was very funny. It made me laugh a lot. I put that phrase in nick for a couple of days in my msn and everything. And then there is
Jorge Arcapalo , which seems to be that managers purposely put the radio to tell our selections games rivals with more bites we have.
Thus a day, in my daily work, Brazil played against someone who can not remember, and I put Continental in order to continue the game. After a while he started the first time the Brazilian made a little, and our reporter shouted, like one possessed:
GOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOooooooLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRASSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DE!
BRAAASSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLL !!!!!! Listen
a little bit, Jorge Arcapalo :
Why do not you go a little bit shit, you little moron ininputable? Where
shit came out, unhappy?
Sos "alien? For me yes. For me that you're an alien from rising, as ever say Juan Carlos Batman.
Do you realize you do not yell at Brazil's goals in this way? Do you understand
within the infested head of football-related names that you have to nobody, but nobody in this country is content with a goal scored by the Brazilians?
Nobody never made mention of this crucial point in your career?
do they all happened? Do me a favor
. Hacete a favor. Do it a favor to humanity: The next time I touch you tell Brazil, Germany or England, tené decorum to say, for example:
- Ladies and gentlemen, Brazil has become both 1 - and then - Brasil 1, Equis 0 -
Or:
- What disappointment!, Brazil has entered the globalization within the arch rival, with great temerity -
Or:
- What devil is that Brazilian law pointer without goalkeeper Juan Pirulo it can contain, just scoring a goal -
wave I'm telling you, do not obfuscate. It would be very sad that a meal you submit to the other guests and they, drink in hand, I wonder what you do, and you, wearing a tuxedo splendid answer, with great pride and staring into the horizon, that you are Jorge Arcapalo , the reporter of football.
there, even if you have not heard, the possibility that this group of guests through the eyelet throw you all tarteletitas of palm with tartar sauce you have on campus, even a waiter can try to get you the ortho, para after several bottles of champagne split you in that big head that you got lost.
I hope you serve the council, Jorge Arcapalo .
Thanks.
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