One day I was fishing with my father and his old friend. We, the fishermen with a passion, he, for a living. It is said that there is no fisherman at all satisfied at the end of the day. And when it is or is not a fisherman or is lying.
M that day there was little to lie: our boat was full of fish. Angling in tow and spent fifteen minutes without pulling two to three Pompano star, but also longlines and curls, even took two corners.
I did not even ten years, and I never threw up so much stuff. I was happy, and certainly at the end of the day I debunked the myth of the fisherman unfulfilled.
But at some point I pulled up a mackerel. Mackerel fish are snubbed because they have the cheek meat of sharks, just tasty.
Then once you're determined not to throw it in the bucket in the middle of the sea bass, a bucket full of seawater where the fish dying can die easily in the reconstruction of their habitat. A sort of "honor the defeated" is right where you were born to die, or at least in its reproduction, especially if instead of a lunch I love you pointed gaping throat.
only that it was a mackerel and I decided to throw in the boat and see ground gasping, gave him no weight, I started a bit too 'out laughing because it crawled like a snake into the bucket, smelt the last remnants of the sea, but he was a mackerel and a bass, I did not think right in the bucket.
I made a kind of punishment, and contemptuous, while I was already thrown back the line to the sea, while I thought the bass, the friend of my father took mackerel and threw it into the bucket in the middle of the bass. He looked at me he contemptuously and said: "It is not that why you're alive, 'better' and iss'," indicating mackerel.
After I did not catch anything, and arrived in the evening I was not satisfied.
Today when Lavezzi 85th minute of play put the turbo and has discarded two defenders at midfield when the game ends continued to rage on a "plagued Sampdoria," which climbed to his T-shirt stop it, they hung him to tear it down, it seemed the few under four goals, he mackerel, their sea bass, their fishermen.
Inter loses
Napoli is alive because it is in second place with a list of 15/16 players. But it is especially dead look in his eyes because the opponents to the end, it is clear how he would like to be treated, it becomes clear who died, fighting to the end with dignity, as if there were no difference between being alive with four goals waste and died without Cassano and Pazzini.
Napoli does not expect the opponent and does not close in defense, has a game, his game, and that makes. You do not save because the game of football do not.
Napoli fishing until the end because in the sea this is done.
So if today's match had been endless, at this time would still be doing the Napoli goal.
PS One last thing about the differences: after the elimination from the cup Reja Italy, Lazio's coach, said: sorry, but we were wrong the second time; Del Blacks, coach of Juventus has said sorry, but with the infirmary as the full Our ... Di Carlo, Sampdoria coach, said: sorry, but our new strikers have yet to acclimate. Cavani of Naples, said sorry, and we have blood in my eyes!
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