The Little Prince came to the event on our planet. His plane was take another person. One who spoke the same language, its own planet and of its own role in the field, more or less. Only on the day of departure and the other person with his plane landed in the wrong place, got confused, mistook the alleyways of Genova with the streets of Naples, the Miramare Hotel Vesuvio, could not grasp the difference between the two seas. So expect a plane to Naples, and took advantage of the little prince.
But he was from another planet. He did not speak our language, moved to the field in a different way, the only that was what he could observe, but it was not enough, every so often played, but that place in the end was not to be his, so it is said in January that someone saw the little prince at the airport of Capodichino. He was looking for an aircraft any, any track left by some careless freedom that does not recognize the seas. Striker, midfielder or right wing.
One day in February, however, the little prince meets an old man with a mustache, dressed in frak and her hair neatly combed. He smoked a pipe and slowly walked leaning on his staff of old wood. This gentleman was a gentleman, and evidently wealthy, as shown by the clock gold pulled from the pocket. was an old well-off as many, if not for a huge blue and white net that was wrapped around, the rich man was wearing a sort of long cape. "Hello," came the old to the Little Prince. "I'm Mr. Gol", shook his hand as well. The Little Prince rose suddenly a strong joy in my heart. Without knowing why, instead of words as if the old man had the tip of a wand. did not know how to show his joy. Jumping, dancing, jumping to the ground, quivering in his chest and wanted to embrace everyone. The Little Prince could only stammer: "Sa, sa-lve. Then he took a deep breath and said, "Finally . The old pulled out a guffaw and embraces the principle. She told him that no one expected, right? "But sooner or later I arrive for all", said the goal. Then he turned his back slowly and satisfied. But the little Prince stopped for a moment to be happy. "No, no, where are you going?". "Via," said the old man. "But coming back?" Asked the little prince. The old man stopped, looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'll be back, but only if you tame me." The Little Prince seemed confused, like the first time I set foot in St. Paul. "What do you mean" tame me? ".
"It means to establish ties."
"Links?".
then went back to the old Jose Ernesto and put a hand on his shoulder, while the entire stadium fell silent, waiting for a double: "Take care to hear. You're not for me now that a player like many others, and I for you an old man like many. But if you tame me, we would need each other. You will be unique in the world to me, and I shall be unique to you. And always, in every part of the world, you and I will try, as we stand or not, but we will try, again. "
"Ah, I begin to understand." The Standard paused to think, aided by the silence of the stadium, and said
"This team has tamed me ... then ...."
The old man smiled and with the peace of those who succeeded in his aim, he sat down heavy like a dummy on the grass of St. Paul:
"Here. Now it's up to you. "
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