iiiiii- sa topes!

I don't know if you heard, but in Europe Madrid just held Barca to a draw at Camp Nou, but that is only the beginning. On the condition that there must be a winner for the game to be shown in the States - La Liga also requested on their part, that American broadcasters must not act like they hate their job, must provide insightful commentary instead of reading useless facts, and must refrain from references to baseball - after the 90 minutes, ESPN held a "Primetime Sudden Death Soccer sponsored by Doritios Pow! Crunch into BBQ Ribs Flavor."

So there we are, Barca's piling on the pressure, the Real back line can hardly contain Messi outside of the box, he still manages to lay off the perfect pass slicing the defence, but the rest of Barca is on the ground inside the box - Buesquets just died... Oh wait - Marcelo, the diminuitive Brazilian intercepts the ball and half-back passes it to center, center holds it, holds it! then some other stuff happens and Ronaldo zooms past Mascherano and Adriano - Pique's distracted because he sees Shakira eating a chorizo with Eatkhash in the stands - reaches the ball and into the box and between Valdes' legs for the hat trick? No! the brilliant pass to an open Kaka, the lovable legend who's gradually become an afterthought on the Madrid bench...

And redemption!!!! And God loves Kaka.

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