The company I liked a guy who worked in the export area, but it's just that the only area that had no reason to go. All other yes. My attempts were in vain, until one day by chance we are waiting for File serving lunch to arrive.
arhiva, I have to tell, is in a remote area on the third floor in the building farthest from across the enterprise.
There he was, and I faced jerk (and I get it) I make conversation.
is a pretty nice guy, about my size or so, good legs, prettyboy, tells me that is the football team in your area and just this weekend, I have to play with the team from my area football championship of the company.
- will you go? - He tells me.
- yeah, I'll be - putÃsima tell me - I always -up
blatantly lie But I hate the championship Soccer in the company where they will play and take, I prefer listening to Susy Diaz and Monique Pardo, together unplugged version. The pair
Tido is at 8am. inhuman one hour for a Sunday, but I was there on time with my slippers, my policy that I bought blue a couple of days early to be throwing good cheer cambiadito my lover, in that it takes my sleep, my scorer export . But the party does not start, I say it always starts half an hour later, and indeed new players arrive.
8 and 30, the torment of my beloved team is ready, but my team lacks the goalkeeper area.
- We screwed the asshole that has not been - one of my colleagues said, referring to Lopez, the goalkeeper in my area
- bitch, Damian, you get to be the goalie if this asshole does not get - "my supervisor, because only people in the area concerned can play.
I panicked, I say no, but they are my colleagues who are playing and I'm sad to lose unbeaten with just to be incomplete. They convinced me (pray) and ended up accepting.
- and I plugs, but if I GoLean, the bun is you - I tell them.
I do not play football, I do not like. I'm playing bad football, do not like, do not do it. But the times I've done as a goalkeeper I have not done so bad, at least I never have got goals in Europe.
The match begins and out two balls achievement of the goal, I feel BENJI, the supercampeones by addressing the goals, I just manage to get one. We two to one, for my team. The time is near the end of the time, I have scraped knee, one arm hurts, and I have fractured a rib (ok, I'm exaggerating but I hurt like hell).
that comes in my love with these piernazas, the good boy face, running directly toward the bow, my bow to . Positioning myself, hoping that defenders clog it, but mockery, I see that several are to stop, but it's late, kicking with all his might, I do not know which side to throw, I close my eyes and that is what God wants.
On the floor with the ball in my stomach, no air, I try to stand, and return the ball. I did.
The play was good, but the tape, THE TAPE.
And I celebrated so After a few minutes the game ends.
When it changed I'm looking for my boy, that angel who steals my dreams, and talks to me laconic, dry, do not understand what happens, then I say their team has been eliminated.
Well no matter, I will not have anything with him, but at least I felt Benji for a while.
pd, and happily they put me in goal that otherwise would have been playing well all game
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