My friend Ceci dropped the subject in one of our many conversations about men said openly, that she liked fat footballers.
why.
"The fat, yes. They are the best: good legs, broad tail, big back. And tummy: some extra pounds. Real girls, that's real. Eye eat types, but are, eh. The perfect mix. "
were nine and made a scene. Flori, a fan of six-pack, jumped to defend the men table, with little knowledge of football fan named Diego Forlan. Nati was added years to the muscles. "I vote for the style José Luis Calderón," he said. Romi and Pao agreed in weak fibrous ("
I stayed on the sidelines until the branded Ceci bagayera. With no fat fucks.
Between the two of us became lawyers in a case. We first spoke of brilliant analogies between the ball and the food. The bread and cheese, pot centers, the phrase "what you have eaten." And more: the "what Morfón!", The "put an egg, the bowmen with butterfingers. Mostaza Merlo, Pancho Varallo, Fideo Di Maria. And the version of nicknames golosineros: Topolino Riquelme, Chocolate Baley. Fundamentals
had more than enough to these discriminatory. Diego Maradona, the best footballer in history, was fat. And they eat everything, but she took the cat's milk. What was Distéfano? Well, another chubby. Do you not read, girls on the rolls of the players that Real Madrid? Puskas also had them, eh.
Ours was a monologue, but two. We speak of hunger for glory, gluttony of titles. And, sure, we affirm that plump are prettier because to succeed taking food licenses really have to have talent.
We playedDiego imagine eating lentil dishes when we arrived at a conclusion indisputable: to be a champion you have to have a fat on your computer.
Internationally, we named Ronaldo, who will know how many ate feijoada in his life and two other Brazilians Ronaldinho and Adriano, little paunchy. A Iván René Valenciano. The Paraguayan Emilio Ibarra, cleverly dubbed Width. A Salvador Cabañas. I invite you, even, to go to Google and write William Foulke. Are just a click to see the first player (goalkeeper) obese in history.
why.
A memory came that we multichampion Velez: Chilavert and front squat, with Assad and Turkish Turu Flores, 190 kilos of scoring power. Beto Márcico Also, once, during an interview, took seven ice cream. And then I narrated the exploits of Buffalo Funes, the Puma Rodriguez, who reached the National B
Sometimes I think Nestor Gorosito came the subject of our conversation and so hired Fabbiani. Pipo, dear, Ceci said that fat people must also know how to surround them. Or do you think you Ortigoza played only in Argentina?
To be a champion you have to have a fat. Already know. Unintentionally, we find the formula for success. You're welcome, guys.
* Text of nonfiction published in the journal A spout of September 2010 (yes, just a few days ago.)
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