Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Carnauba Wax Formulas
needs. Primitives, decisive and urgent.
sleep, eight hours is more than enough, if the emotion and makes it skip a week, patience, and if you rhodes in the end there are only six, not a drama.
Food & Drink: tea, bread and jam, who is engaged with a plate of plain pasta and a tablespoon of oil, however good, who eats with fingers, the important thing is not to stop for refueling for gas when, just a filler, that is, before you feel thirsty and hungry, otherwise it is too late.
Evacuate: rid, relieve, discharge, body and head, everything starts ethereal as you carry a handkerchief, turns into a coat and finally drag it as a trailer. Skin and bones, plus shoes, 150 grams and an inch between you and the asphalt, short socks, minimum, ghosts, pants and shirt to come up with an intimacy and a defense, and a clock. Not knowing what time it is, but to give a measure and a sense of fatigue. The secret: unless you look, the better.
T'incolonni, your side, you mirrors are like them, a bit more, some less, the difference is within you, muscles, nerves, soul.
When the gunshot echoes between skins and bones, to get the runner has already won.
Al-ready via the snake gets longer, as a trickle of water that breaks through the small dam formed by two or three stones and run to the valley. Felice. Free. The first few kilometers are the essence of happiness and freedom: the way you eat, enjoy the scenery, breathe and the ground fog, river and camphor trees, plane trees and coffee touches elbows and soles, stumbling over the applause of the owners. Carry you forward.
The marathon begins at kilometer 30. First is a walk, a run, an eternal wait, before you spin the legs a little less than what the heart can, before you save, hide, soften and mitigate it. At kilometer 30 you can not fake it: sour calves, quadriceps foreign head echoes concerns, each alarm is red, behind you is fucking, bloody, invisible caravan, and you're dragging.
At kilometer 30 the countdown begins, calculations, additions subtract divide and multiply, you want to make ends meet, then you need to come back a shred of energy, it is here that the core drill and extract the strength to put one foot forward to ' another, and so up to 40 km. Because here you did it.
dropped the world, you did it. The collapse of the earth, you did it. Not there is nothing that can stop you.
Because you have nothing.
yeah, nothing.
Two miles is done, one and a half, one half, you find time for sprinting.
You and your bloody, bloody, invisible caravan.
(Stolen from Myspace and Ste72 from 'Sports Week, Gazzetta dello Sport, in November 2004')
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Can Herpes Be Spread Through Biting
After the last friendly game landslide victory against the boys SUEM , they unbalance the Bravo Our Reporter to identify the team "certainly one of the three or four most-favored to win the final at the next Tournament of the Lily."
And so it was. Among the three or four here we are a pity that the other three have done better to have arrived first and second and third, and us to be left alone in fourth place. But if you could complain against Campagnolo, after not playing tonight. Let's be honest: a five to zero that it fits everything.
Now training, avoiding vows not to wear to delete the key on the keyboard of 4 pressing too many times during writing!
Paulo door does nothing to prevent four goals and one gives to opponents.
Faith and Loris power: quickly lose sight of the enemy, leaving them tens of meters of space.
Phil and Q curves: run like hell but covers little and rarely crossed.
Bizz and D'Inca midfield: no filter on the-go guests and scarce supplies forward.
Beppe and Andrea milk attack: the opposing goalkeeper has asked us because we played in seven ...
the bench top Pietro, Mario, Francis and Manoel Often those who enter a game started off the chestnuts from the fire to the team ... often, not today.
Bear: for this writer, man of the match. Cover, and with him in the field do not pass from the wing and when he does a fairly accurate drives.
Mr. Mina is not Mourinho, but as a linesman not doing so bad.
said, the news. That is to tell five goals conceded and sterile attempts comeback midway through the second time, between the third and fourth goals of the winners.
At the start, Paul had to scream to overpower " Knockin 'on Heaven's Door " played at full volume on his shoulders and draw attention distracted the defenders red and white. In fact, cross the first area in the middle two are passed over and after a rebound is just one guest to zero. Paul? Humming Bob Dylan and had not yet entered into the game.
They spend ten minutes throwing el'ennesimo not controlled by the midfielders pocket the defense the attacker and score thanks to Paul Green in safe exit. Thanksgiving is not heard because the defender is closer to more than ten meters!
halftime. The report also describes our actions over the attack. Zero!
later. I can not get out of our midfield. On a shot from the edge of the area, Paul really wants to miss the ball and give it so easy to nearest opponent. He can then, with incredible skill, to reject the reply, but our defenders observing the scene with binoculars and striker takes the ball and bag at the third attempt. Paul draws more attention to their defenders, but some gifts to opponents be observed, in fact, with the binoculars!
begin five minutes in which the play as we know. Bear to the right wheels, and you see some nice triangle in the mid field. Beppe footed shot from thirty yards passing also fairly close to the transom. Then a cross from the left, goalkeeper bypassed, Bizz just can not pull in opposing but only to stroke the ball rolling slowly, slowly toward the door, to be the prey of the speaker in a quiet recovery.
Just about a revival of the end doors of our five minutes of euphoria. The ASCA is a four to zero crossing over the defense and presenting again a single man in front of Paul. What is careful not to be able to do its role, ie parry when you miss the opponent's defense.
Then the murderers of St. Augustine triangulated nicely on their left, they find the predictable opposition penetrate area up to unmark a player all alone at the door ready to sack. Gol humiliating, admittedly, for the ease with which they played the reckless.
finally reach the final whistle of the referee to Feo to end the nightmare for the hosts.
excuse? Numerous, and all valid. The music blaring in the first half. The weariness of the game the previous day. The sun in my eyes. Obviously the referee. The public does not officially support the team (the only Giuga, who left to start the second half discouragement). But above all, we are the Lords. Organize a tournament? Never let it be said that you win: hospitality, where we put it?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
33 Weeks Pregnant And Have Sore Spot On My Belly
Chickens? Unfortunate? Poor?
Which of these three adjectives best expresses the characteristics of the team We Glorious St. Anthony, undeserved defeat for a zero in the semifinals of the tournament Giglio? Readers
the answer. The Reporter will only Bravo, to the extent possible, to report faithfully and impartially as possible the match report. Let's get started.
game dominated by us, but won by Campagnolo. Point.
not impartial enough? Okay, it may be ... let's go into more detail.
The start is scheduled for 19:30. For the first time in his career, Mr. Mina holding chalk and blackboard to explain to naive young men who make up the team a bit 'of tactics. Being the first time, the coach and having lost time, the slate so far two to three meters. Not being considered a practical take on the field, is the entire team to go to hear the word at the mouth of Mina I. The crosses
plaster designed by Mina on the board indicate a Beppe front of the defense to make as a director, and a Donato a gigantic development as a center. The role reversal will not lead (as we shall see below) the expected results. Closer to the usual habits the rest of training, although the two central Loris and Q, together with two full-backs pushing Faith and Phil have a good news. How surprising Andrea Latte place the right wing, left wing Albertone could surprise only those who are not familiar with the eclectic talents, while the confirmation of Paul in port may surprise only those who do not know which is the only goalie we have.
This is the beginning. To say at once that the crosses on the board are one thing, while respecting the position on the field is another matter entirely. We mention that Andrea Milk recedes from the right wing to left back, or donated his long levers that moves throughout the midfield (probably looking for a more suitable?), But the other team play and homework diligently, together, through the first time do not see the ball to the green opponents.
Rather, they try to trouble the infidel enemies, but with poor results. The smoke is there, but lacks the roast: Donato does not touch the ball crossed from the wing to twenty inches from the goal line only asked to be diverted into the network; Loris touches of millimeters the intersection of the poles on punishment, so as to get caught up in anger and again scoring with a tap shot from our midfield!
Campagnolensi I play, but rarely distract from his Paul lustful thoughts provoked by the crowd attacking the fifty Festa del Giglio. In the first half of our goalkeeper knees never touch the ground and the only ball joints from its parts are safe back passes or throwing too long midfielders guests.
In the second half does not change the dance. Changing the dancers, as brought into play in our team the various D'Inca, Peter, Bear, Mario and Manoel. Even the mighty opponent striker is replaced by a bespectacled fellow, and was then sent off for two yellow cards and paying him for the whole team a bit 'too fallosetta (... the signs of the studs on the legs of Q and Loris are indelible marks, by RIS, which date back to Parma in the blink of an eye on the offenders). But
Campagnolo, defeated in pre-tournament friendly, he swore revenge and so the crime is accomplished. On one of many invented by the referee fouls on both sides, the strong pull of the center of the Campagnolo (... or Pertile? Memory deceives) falls prey to some of Paul in nice dive, but an elbow Bizz positioned barrier deflects the ball for a host to zero on the first shot on goal.
hell broke loose! Our flock to attack. After two near misses in the first half goals in the second half of the race are increasing opportunities: before and after the goals of the disadvantage and before and after the expulsion of the too exuberant attacking opponent. But I still do not lead to anything concrete. We can quote Bizz, who collected two meters out a cross from the left side of his head crushed on the ground, he is rejected by the goalkeeper, started again, but incredibly fired up. Or Faith, nearly twice the stakes in a free-kick. Bizz yet also manages to hit the far post but the ball back on the field and nobody is prepared to reiterate the network. Dr. D'Inca, which is twice the free throw to a very great stuff: once out of nothing and once rejected by the goalkeeper. Between yawns
of Paul, who touches the ball three times in number throughout the second half and never dangerous occasions, we also try Q, Beppe, Donato, Loris Search ... even Mario's goal (a goal the official debut would rightly awarded) Milk and the returning Andrew, but no luck. They try Peter, Phil, Manoel and Bear, but none with the precision, and luck is needed to even the score.
Thus, the red and white bow down to the local field result. They try to trick opponents saying that whoever lost the match he played the final match for first place, but to no avail ... Then glides to compete in the third place, inviting the public to further support and hoping to have better luck there ll'ultima, decisive game.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Cystic Fibrosis Trait
seven to two. What else?
Let's be honest: the only difficulty of the evening was to identify the playing field. The one among us who could supporne the existence in that place would have been Mr. Mina, given the proximity of the rectangle in the grass (grass ?.... little) to the railway line Schio Vicenza. But Mina I was absent, and therefore our waited patiently to be done along a narrow street close completely occupied by our car, wondering where will the football field. The confirmation that there was the camp and that there would be played at 9 came three minutes. Kick-off set for 9 ...
Previously, when the path of "stadium" with the doubts that we would take was still far from reach, the riddle was the presence or absence of the ten players needed to play the game. The defection of the two announced Mina, Donato, Dan, Andrea Milk made legitimate doubt. Then certainly dispelled by the presence of Beppe and Q (data missing from someone) and then by the arrival of Donald, who, after repeating several times with several people that there would be, he appeared in his full height to the field just in time to replace Manoel and scored two important goals as he was under a zero.
However, finished smadonnarci against each other on liability the non-appointment with the opposing team finally opened the gates have poured into our dressing room called "guests." Soon imitated by our competitors, because the dressing room called "local" has remained stubbornly closed all night. Obvious that the struggle between the two teams have begun nell'indossare jacket and shorts, and I must admit that the first two athletes had nothing to humiliate opponents, from a physical, some of our ... But in football but who do not win the measures scores more, therefore there is no appeal: seven to two, paper and take home.
is a great effort to writer to chronicle even partially accurate. Our opponents, all nurses and SUEM of Cardiology, looked at the mercy of anesthesia which is normally administered to their patients, but inexplicably turned against you must be a few minutes before the game (and this would also explain the late arrival to camp). But the result is also explained by the good shape of our team, certainly one of the three or four more favorites to win the next tournament final del Giglio.
This includes an excellent goalkeeper Paul (miraculous intervention in output when the result was still balanced by 2 to 1 for us), his excellent defense, initially composed by Phil, Peter and Bear, with Loris to sacrifice on the bench to dictate the changes and then go to strengthen a wall already impassable for health opponents. An intoxicating midfield with Dr. D'Inca, Bizz and Q, most faith (the match) to humiliate their opponents in front of our defense and then try again, and then find the goal. An attack with fabulous Beppe and Manoel (which, to be fair, he made more dangerous sweeping shot from the edge of the door ... to Paul, skimming the crossbar a few inches) with the said Donato a gigantic development between pink dresses opponents.
honorable mention for two "niu enter "John and Francis, who defended our bench by mosquitoes, flies and various bacherozzi as even the most popular Sheva in Milan or Inter Cruz can do.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Bell's Palsy With Arm Paralysis
the winter break, while abnormally long, no effect the performance of the team We Railwaymen Glorious!
Instead of Sacchi's Milan Lippi of Juventus ... ... ... Mancini's Inter, which suffered from the short Christmas season, the team of Mr. Mina is back after three hundred and fifteen days of rest as fresh as we left. In fact, more effective and efficient than ever, as metabolizes the bad defeat for three to zero against the Serenissima Junores last June 9 and a final trim two and a solid team to Campagnolo.
The occasion is so serious that most of those series you can not. It is played in memory of Gianni, memorable State Campagnolo team that has left us two years ago. The application of good DM Paul to commemorate his friend with a friendly match is immediately excited about the old adversaries of us who agree with a good heart and prepare well for the long-awaited match.
Then, as usual, gets in the way the weather is bad, so at 18:30, now agreed to the meeting, the heroic present at the camp are only eight, who have no reserves on the bench, with essential a field so heavy! Quick call to pull out of the bed of influence Q and recruit the old glory roar, and at 19:00, punctual as orologetti Swiss are in our field.
skimpy skimpy, Mr. Mina gathers the heroes on the sideline and puking training. This time they all agree with the CT and lurk in the field in the roles agreed. Paul on goal, in the only role that can support: a decent if in good condition, if you suffer from the infirmities of age unwatchable. Loris central and Faith, with the sides Trentin Brothers: Philip on the left (with license to disengage) and Peter on the right. Composed by the talented midfield three Mina, by the unscrupulous Dr. D'Inca and dall'arzillo Alberton. Beppe front, to make mark on his back to goal. Bear is on the bench ready to replace the defense, Roared the midfield and Q any role. Manoel also come in the second half, willing to give a hand in the attack.
beginning players are arranged as described. Beginning. After twelve seconds of the game, Faith is a permanent midfielder, Beppe balls to take steps back to its area, is focused on the two fullbacks cover, Loris like a bulldog chasing a strong number seven opponents around the field, maintains the role of Mina but lost balls on balloons, D'Inca and Albertone jostle each other crossing in midfield, Paul gives corner kicks to the opponents. That pass the tenth to lead to a zero!
A powerful (... 120 kg) forward midfielder green ball and chain. Mindful of the biblical readings of Easter, our midfielders open like the Red Sea. The screams of Paul mean that even the defenders pass the giant leave, probably to see how it ends, and these, now a couple of yards outside the area, leave as a right that Paul para a difficult and spectacular action, but rejects the feet of that number seven Campagnolense that close bags. Too bad: the parade was really good, but the ninety seconds that serve to Paul to get up after a dive are in a wedding invitation for savvy attackers as the striker said, thanking and is rightly celebrated by his companions.
fools! As the saying goes: Do not wake a sleeping dog. The goal is merely the local team into shape, which leads the dance until the end of the encounter gives guests just pulled a high kick and a shot blocked by Paul at the edge of the pole. Instead, the strong goalkeeper, who once freed of scarf hat and jacket shows a remarkable similarity with Arrigo Sacchi, to ward off countless shots of whites. We feel a bit 'all, but without putting too much difficulty. Until a wonderful action on the right produces a shot of someone that can just reject it as concierge glabrous on Ruggie, lurking at the far post and ready to stow the fly for a draw.
On the wings of enthusiasm, is the second time in the hands of the U.S.. These include: Beppe saved, Manoel lob in the pole, Roar to head out, Faith rebound, Loris corner kick, high Mina, Bear rejected, Q edge of the pole outside the box ... the thirtieth of the second half (that is then given that the ninetieth time lasts half an hour) thinks Albertone to centralize and download its poisonous left for an unexpected two to one. The greens are overturned on offense, get a free kick that Paul para no style but effectively, and are then forced to accept defeat when the whistle of the referee sends everyone in the locker room.
Have you quit all together in order to reach the Church to joyfully celebrate the memory of Gianni and his wife Nives. Thanks for being there!