Light vs. Heavy
was held today, in an infamous pitch on the outskirts of Turin, the first match of 2007 between the company calculated. The few or no spectators were given the opportunity to witness an epic clash: vs light. heavy. On the one hand, the lightness and speed, on the other ... the weight and nothing else.
The team of light you have a very flexible 2-1-1 (so to speak ...). The defense is composed of light and Arcuri Blanc, in midfield Manuelito, the fury red and attack an old acquaintance of football in Turin, l '(in) finite Michel de Plus . In goal, a rookie, a architect, including the revelations of the match.
The team wears a heavy coat of all-black , ideal for days when the sun is beating fast as today. Some of the heavy end of the race found themselves the words tattooed on his chest STRALIS , true index of attachment to the company. It is said that before the heavy has performed ritualistic war dance of the Maori Piedmont.
The reins of the match are picked up immediately by the light, with their leader, Michel, for the occasion, was released from work until six, which has not occurred since the last championship Bettega of Juventus with .
Michel, supported by the fury of Asturias , triggered by the dropping of the Hound of Trecate immediately gives his team the lead. It seems the heyday of Michel, when the only thing important to him was the balloon and the door in front of him. Within minutes, the light can obtain a substantial advantage over their opponents. The circumstances, however, are adverse. Accomplice
the terrible heat and lack of training, the light has a physical decline. Michel, in particular, suffers most of all: slumps to the ground and remains sprawled . The outcome of the game is in danger, the light does not seem to have more. But And then, as in all the games business, which is the true miracle: Michel appears Madonna del Canneto .
-Michel, Michel ...
-Lady ...
-Michel, it just never changes, you're not a kid ...
-Lady, what can I do, it's stronger than me ...- Michel says, through tears
-Do not worry, Michel, here is someone who can help.
then appears in the middle of a cloud a black and white silhouette, a shadowy figure, he whispers a few words with a vaguely French accent.
- PLATINI ! - Exclaimed Michel. And suddenly returning to his memory consignments at the port with his friends, took the scolding from his mother, the hours spent watching the matches of the Juve ...
- PLATINI ! - Again exclaimed Michel. But it's too late, the outline disappears. All I can see there is a number 10 who enters a stage of Serie A. ..
Michel then you look inside, and resumes, and how the golden days of Platini, scores a great goal with a nice diagonal .
The game ends with a dry victory of light . Next week is expected to return.
Winners the honor and glory.
the defeated ... Oh well, at least we offer a coffee?
INTERVIEWS:
Manuelito : This sport with their feet know much about animal . I was disappointed when they gave us three points for goal from outside the area of Arcuri.
Architect: I finally understood what a keeper :-) .... (Judge you)
Arcuri : bulls!
Michel : [I can not mention the conversation because I broke the keyboard h]
Blanc: not reached. At the end of the batch has just taken the subway nella direzione sbagliata.
Light vs. Heavy
In a small field in the badly renowned outskirts of Turin there has been today the first company football match among computationists. The few spectators had the chance to watch an epic game: light vs. heavy . On one side lightness and velocity, on the other side... only heaviness.
The light team plays with a very flexible (so to say) 2-1-1 scheme. The defence is made up by Arcuri and Blanc , at midfield Manuelito , the red fury, as forward an old acquaintance of Turin football, the (in)exhaustible Michel de Plus .
The heavy wear an all-black shirt, which is ideal for sunny days like today. At the end of the match some of the heavy have found a STRALIS tatoo on their chest, true sign of love for their company. It is said that before the game start the heavy played the ritual dance of Piedmontese maoris.
The game is led since the beginning by the light: their leader, Michel, for the special occasion got off from work before 6 pm, which has not happened since 1978.
Michel, aided by the fury of Asturies and the mastiff of Trecate gives the advantage to his team. He looks like the old Michel, when the only important thing for him was the ball and the goal in front of himself. Circumstances are adverse, though.
Due to great heat and poor training, the light have a physical breakdown. Michel suffers most: he falls onto the ground and lies weary on the field. The match result is in danger. And it is then, like in all matches among colleagues, that a miracle occurs: the Holy Virgin appears to Michel.
-Michel, Michel...
-Milady...
-Michel, you really never change, you are not a boy anymore...
-Milady, what can I do? It's stronger than me...- says Michel in tears
-Do not worry, Michel, here is somebody that can help you.
Then, among a white-black haze a silhouette appears, a dim figure, whispering some words with a vague French accent.
- PLATINI !- cries Michel. And he suddenly reminds all the games at the harbour with his friends, his mother rebuking him, the happy hours spent watching Juventus playing...
-PLATINI!- cries Michel again. But it is too late, the figure disappears. All he can see now is a number "10" entering a football stadium.
Michel looks then deep inside himself, and like Platini he scores a great goal with a diagonal shot .
The match ends with a definitive victory of the light team .
The return game is scheduled for next week.
Honour and glory to the winners.
And to the losers... don't you even offer us a coffee?
INTERVIEWS :
Manuelito : This sport played with feet sounds much like animal. I was disappointed when they didn't give us 3 points when Arcuri scored from out of the box.
Architetto : I have understood what a goalkeeper does, at last!
Arcuri, Michel : [I'd rather not translate that]
Blanc : no comment. At the end of the match he just caught the underground in the wrong direction.
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