vertigoblu ha scritto:Pur nel mio tiepido tifo viola sono perplesso sul ritorno di corvino a Firenze.
Ha fatto bene finché i della valle cacciavano il cash.non ha fatto i miracoli quando i dineri sono diminuiti.
A pelle mi fa schifo come persona,gretto ignorante come un caprone,per cui è probabile (ri)faccia benissimo nel rude sport che tutti amiamo.
beh a bologna ha portato alcuni giovani interessanti.
tra cui donsah e diawara e di entrambi il valore dopo una stagione si è moltiplicato enormemente.
se fossero arrivati anche defrel e duncan ma vabbè amen.
c è sempre tanta musica nell' aria -- a cup of tea would restore my normality-- “Non vi è alcuna strada che porta alla pace: la pace è la via”nulla contro l'utente Tenz
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
"L'importante non è stabilire se uno ha paura o meno, è saper convivere con la propria paura e non farsi condizionare dalla stessa. Ecco, il coraggio è questo, altrimenti non è più coraggio, ma incoscienza".
"Non è grave il clamore chiassoso dei violenti, bensì il silenzio spaventoso delle persone oneste".
"Questo è quasi peggio del sottoscritto" - [Paperinik]
edyz ha scritto:Indipendentemente da come finirà l'Atletico Madrid è davvero una poverissima squadra.
Però non muore mai e dà filo da torcere, non facendoti giocare bene e grazie anche alla buona sorte.
Andreottiani del pallone.
Per il mio ego può bastare che SCB mi citi nella sua firma, tutto il resto è noia.
Cicciuzzo 1.6.2016
Mi spiegate come postare le immagini, sono scemo oltre che cornuto
Furore 1.3.2017
edyz ha scritto:Indipendentemente da come finirà l'Atletico Madrid è davvero una poverissima squadra.
avercene di squadre così povere (forse volevi dire che fattura 1/5 del real Madrid?). Il Real ha fatto gol in fuorigioco, CR7 cammina zoppicando, Bale sparito dopo 30 minuti e Benzema non pervenuto. l'Atletico ha pure sbagliato un rigore...
Ps.: oltre al gol in fuorigioco Sergio Ramos doveva essere espulso per quell'entrata assassina a forbice nel finale
Ultima modifica di Drogato_ di_porno il 28/05/2016, 22:46, modificato 1 volta in totale.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Come quello in finale con la Juve nel '98, poi è il Barcellona che ruba
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Il Real è messo molto male fisicamente e nonostante questo nel secondo tempo ha avuto circa le stesse occasioni,se nn di più. Si certo ha giocato con le ripartenze ma il risultato e la loro condizione fisica giustificavano questo atteggiamento
Piccinini e l'altro scemo non si sono accorti dopo 5 replay che Carrasco ha tagliato davanti a Lucas e non a Danilo che continuano a bacchettare ogni volta.
La maglia dell'Atletico pessima sul dorso. Non ne avevo mai vista una tutta rossa. Sta malissimo.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
theinvoker ha scritto:Il Real è messo molto male fisicamente
dovevano leggersi il nostro 3d "arriva l'estate"...
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
