A big mess. Hordes of fake middle and light fleet of attackers. Patrols of defenders unable to cross. Coaches who seem to spectators at a tennis match at the Foro Italico. The head there and then here and never a net and look deeper into the game. This is the situation of the players in the biggest and most important Amateur Championship of the World Series. We also play those fat in Italy. Only that we play those fat and old. Now I do not know the situation in Latvia or Poland, but we play a lot of winded. Just people who have no idea of \u200b\u200bfootball. They are coached by good people, mind you, but with the passing of the days s'innervosisce and stop doing. Take my favorite. Ventura. Given the paucity of his men took on a resigned attitude. From Lord of the room became a guest of the bar. And since it knows a lot and his companions in the afternoon Glene not care about anything anymore, you disheveled. The collar of the polo collapses. The tan fades into a pale cerulean that smacks of an upset stomach. Ventura Force. Restart with your adventures, it tells the unsuspecting bystanders your travels and escapades. Marino. Stressed. Malesani. Crazy pirate. What we have just released from Genoa. An infantryman. Rossi. Chew and is more down with his head. But now I go to see Zeman and there that day I will be back in peace with the football. He also trains people who can not. But do not get depressed. It 's like a prince who sees playing in the square foot. They are foot soldiers. What do you want m'incazzi.
Zamorano
ps as he runs a great coach to those who seek guidance on how to get in the field: "Who knows, you know. And here many do not know."
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