statement of intent, first and foremost: I do not Like the F1 as a sport. As I do not like tennis, cycling, to a lesser extent basketball. My sport is football, what can we do, is the only fully understand it because I am thus limited. That does not mean they do not enjoy the Nadal wins, Contador, Pau and company, or parties suffered I mounted the Real Madrid basketball. Of course, support for Fernando Alonso and I am glad of his victories, as I would be glad of Pedro De la Rosa and Jaime Algersuari, if any, or any. Except in case of a fierce rivalry stemming from what other Sorry, I'm with the English: example, I could never encourage Barcelona in European competition, but I'm not too much trouble with Atletico and Valencia. Most people also are driving more or less the same way, except the great connoisseurs in Formula 1, tennis and cycling, to others we care little to be called Alonso, Nadal, Pereiro or Frasquito the Basin . We care that is English and has a chance of winning. Like most of those kicked out of joy after the World Cup, they would have recited the English national team alternates, sort by dorsal or define what is an assignment to the goalkeeper. Left
therefore clear that today was going to Fernando Alonso in the same way that would supported Louie the parrot if he had his chance to rise to the title. Since it was not, I feel a slight annoyance, but nothing I lose sleep over. I'm not a fan, and if Madrid wins this afternoon, the joy of seeing my team will eclipse everything else. Unfortunately, I know that some people do not have it so easy. I know there are fans and Alonso fans who worship the same fervor that I Iker Casillas, and spend days mulling over the defeat. And I know that in addition to the disappointment of losing a pilot to see that faith-support-I ALWAYS have to confront the bitterness, the puyitas, the ill-concealed joy of Les Miserables.
miserable.
( Del lat. miserabilis ).
2. adj. Dejected no value or force.
3. adj. mean ( ‖ to scrimp on spending).
4. adj. Wicked, abject wretch.
Because as I said before, one thing is not to desire the victory of someone who sports grounds can not support, another, very different, rejoicing in his failure pajolera having no idea, to bad baba and to their loyal fans. Miserables are scoundrels . Why carry two Semanita hidden in his cave, frightened by the incredible comeback kid goes red. Miserables, are miserable. Because they go against a fellow, not knowing too much about your sport, simply repatea the stomach because they do earn a winner. Miserables, are miserable. Because no doubt is to outline the smirk or dropping the little joke with people, adults, children, men, women, who have been able to get up at odd hours of no sleep, despite the defeat or discouragement. To be there, always, by a man called and Spaniard Fernando Alonso and English.
As I say, I'm only upset in a collateral. But it is this desire Cain fascinated, as anti English yet so that makes us happy to see the neighbor stumble tall, handsome, rich-in the stairwell of his house, from the window of the hut where subsist as Gollum's ugly brother.
Miserables, let me say a little thing: no, Fernando Alonso has not won. But you know what? You , either.
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