In a documentary made Kusturica about this player enduring and foolish man called Maradona, this had never had to look at the ball to know where he was because as a child and played in Buenos Aires suburbs when the night were doing in the dark, melancholy was in that I remember as clear. I read in an interview made to Del Bosque, the individual model for many reasons, still standing when you see kids playing football in the street in his recognition that football is life itself.
A Del Bosque, who has spent much of its existence linked to Real Madrid and was humiliatingly fired after having won everything as a coach, not enjoy the blessing of the fucking glamorous, nor speak English, or have received proposals for Armani model, I have never heard of genetic and vocational dominion club that holds his soul. I have never owned the exact meaning of this concept seems to divine. But it has been eternal attribute of facherío slicked and quarrelsome. Normally I run when someone calls himself exalted tone or pathetically drunk like, "I am a gentleman." Most likely, then you also report that a patriot. Are two concepts related grime. I understand that Perez paid a fortune to a pragmatic mercenary, ready Mourinho arrogant as the sole mission to take the throne at the Barcelona that you will love. But it also intends to honor him as a champion and symbol of Madrid Manor is excessive. Or at worst, only consistent.
Del Bosque also has the selection that seeks to represent a country, but not to evangelize, give joy to a tense society. And that choice always offers a beautiful picture. When Villa historic mark on Friday his goal is to hug a bald gentleman who always seems to be the happiest in the selection when it succeeds. Reina is a backup. Casillas may forever if the state remains unchanged grace. Human in Queen would be the envy or sadness. But endorses the success of their peers. Maybe therein lies the domain of truth.
