I had prepared all studied coincidences, defused variables for Monday night. Usually on Monday nights are never home, but not for the sporting clubs, and then it's nice to go out on Monday night, the streets are empty and winter if they advantage.
But this Monday evening I had a simulated or back pain that would have forced me into the house and even the refrigerator, which he usually decide what I should eat a crust of Parmesan cheese or cake, was not organized to make me a sudden leakage to supermarket, which now closing time is extended indefinitely into the night.
Even the cat was warned that I would have to give up her seat on the couch. Instead
unexpectedly received a phone call for a commitment that I had taken, but others had taken for me, and inwardly dicendomene of all the colors I confirmed my attendance. All missed, the refrigerator half-full at all, the alteration year plan of the cat. I thought I'd leave the television on, so he could enjoy the game, with that look smart and stupid, but I gave up, the cats are full of commitments.
In fact, Monday night I had fun anyway, but I missed the partido el siglo ( Siglo Veinte y one, to use a third-world singer). Yet, the resonance of the event was such as to resolve a small impasse where I was.
For some time, I plan to write a post , but could not find a valid reason to write a justification style I mean. Already this I suspect 'on the intrinsic irrelevance of its subject, that in fact, after a distracted mind, it was immediately overwhelmed by the news of the day by bullies, bullies because they are more interesting, of course.
The object of this post I could not write was and is Lavezzi's goal in the match with Milan. I'm writing this is not, in all probability, the post on Lavezzi goal, so it is a tangible sign of a slight loss. I thought at first to write part of that freeze-frame, describing the views of those involved in the scene. "What the players think when they mark" is the verse that I've always liked a certain song. I discarded the idea because I knew too much about the game of joints C. Nolan. Short-lived also had the assumption is affectionately mention the beginning of the first story of Corto Maltese, the post would begin something like this: "I am the soccer ball and what he's suspended in midair."
After not having seen the main event of Monday evening, the confusion I was somewhat cloudy. Wonders of tiqui -toque. Perhaps it is yet another proof of the inadequacy of Lavezzi goal, while Barcelona's arguments were to square the circle. For one thing, the goal was useless Lavezzi, Napoli lost two to zero and eventually lost two to one. Barcelona have won a long-awaited challenge, which came ethnicity, conceptions of football and the world, "bursts of revenge (by the way, but they could not perform in this show just a few months ago, so at least we would have avoided the horrible happy end Moratti's dream?).
But there is one thing I would say I have not seen this match, but I saw . Such was the resonance, many excerpts on you-tube , so appalled the hype, I'm sure, a few years, when this game will be history, just because passed into history, I can give to drink to have seen her, that he had been participating will be sufficient to recall the giddy verticalizations Iniesta, Messi the tightrope walking, the heels, the gyrations, the possession of the ball extended beyond the boredom. Maybe then I'll think I saw it seriously, if in the meantime I will be stoned to the right. As will happen in a compartment of the train while everyone is talking about Harry Potter : if one wants to keep up with the times must have minimum knowledge on Albus Dumbledore . With the difference that what Guardiola is truly a masterpiece, God forbid.
But it is here that the goal Lavezzi takes his little revenge. Over time, the performance of the galactic Barcelona will merge in the memory of those who were there and I do not remember who was not there to become a symbol, a paradigm, the highest elevation of a certain style of play, the cream that rises on the surface of milk. Lavezzi's goal, if one has not seen, he can not remember.
And because there will come a time when the weather is too much or too little will escape the memory of the syntax, the architrave and the speech, then I'll hold on to the bricks and memories, dark sea wrecks, and I can thank Ezequiel, because I am sure I saw you, have you really seen.
Arturo
