For strictly
old school, they can make this blog look like a farce. And is it clear how old I am.
soccer
My childhood was in the 90. I met with the global sport of Italy, probably played since I was born, but my earliest memories of teams, jerseys, players, stadiums, etc, go back to that world. I colocolino
a matter of chance. I remember having a kite printed Chascón a cute monkey in a blue coat. Months later see the same monkey kite on the shield of a shirt to be called champion of America.
My father was not football fan. Perhaps encouraged him to myself that it was. The fact is that 92 years was recorded in my personnel file as the year I addicted to the ball. My dad gave me my first leather ball, I collected the salo album, I started to hear the games on radio, and even to recount myself!
Living in Southern Chile encourages little recreation. The winters are hard and the children should play indoors. I, 2 sisters, was limited to playing a large part of the week at the wrists. So sad. That's why my father insisted me the ball, and luckily I took your advice.
In my house there were these traditions of Sunday, like going to church, then to the supermarket and in the afternoon be confined watch TV. The Sunday newspaper and to distract Tincazoo next to the fireplace. But the inevitable day came, who missed Sunday's newspaper, and my father had to settle for the day Monday.
Diario La Nación, magazine Triunfo. Coca Mendoza on the cover and I who was the happiest kid in the street May 21. So my old cache that could satisfy my boredom Triumph weekly magazines which are then added the Barrabes. The most beautiful collection of magazines that I cherish to this day.
What does all this with Cobreloa? That memorable championship of 92 I went on the radio for months, swelled by Colo Colo. An unforgettable game against the U where he ate a criminal bichi and hooligans broke into pieces. But eventually they had me on the last date to Cobreloa party against Fernandez Vial. The title and the glory, the radio sound like pure heroism.
A team of mythical characters such as "ghost" Figueroa, the "Ligua" Puebla, "peracid" Perez, the "read" channel, or best of all Juan Covarrubias. I think I celebrated as in the solitude of my childhood coyhaiquina, I caught my graphite pencil and drew the orange shirt with white trim, and as he walked in the journal Triumph or soccer sheets stuck together with Stic 92 Fix. Vintage
not to be old is to be nostalgic.
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