in Belo Horizonte is waiting for the show, usually one of the classic between Argentina and Brazil. but in the end prevailed disappointment. and whistles, not too timid, have accompanied the release of twenty-two players from the field.
but in truth, the game yesterday was excellent. a long and continuous battle in midfield. tirelessly and with bated breath. a war of nerves. a tug of war continued inextricable for ninety minutes. voltage and hot sweat on the faces of twenty-two. spasmodic pending the Supreme came out played out of that maze metacampo reason to give one or the other team.
but the balance has been better. many conflicts have made physical host.
the Manon Abbondanzieri rejects two hits without fail Julio Baptista the beast first, and then click on action set piece, a parable arquata and powerful live in the seven and rising above the head of riquelme, bouncing a couple of centimeters in the middle of the barrier. riquelme but you can not ask certain things, jump over a rickety old or chasing an opponent. he is made to create, the magnetic ball at his feet in the middle of the opposing pincers, waiting for a vision of the game shine with charm to give a ball to a teammate miraculous push by the network. issues of millimeters, of naturalness and miracles. and the stroke of genius once again came out from his feet, but there is a difference of belief to believe between him and the miracles that rocked julio cruz, touches the ball with the left external despicable that up to one meter above the roof of julio cesar.
lines leads remain inviolate, dies by the excitement of the classic goals of those who never forget. but football is also a battle, tension, nerves, balance and miracle that not everyone can understand.
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