His main credo is So that "you have much to do with those who reject (it seems that it also tell projection). Fuck you both selfishness and pettiness, often suspicious of the authenticity of his generosity and altruism.
still can not get rid of some messianic arrogance, and, therefore, his teenage ambition to be a hero, or at least a martyr. Dalla Costa
felt to be one of the few bulwarks against the "every man for himself." Today is commissioning similar message to more intimate settings, and enjoying the rest in both stories, good game, beautiful goals, beautiful parties and social and recreational life. Al Caesar what is Caesar's ...
you always sell the ankles in the same way? Are you sure you do well?
to the 26 was "immortal." Band was something that happened to others. A sprained right ankle six months left me out! It was more deadly than anyone. I started selling. In 2001 I shared the apartment with close friend and therapist Saul "Gallito" Beldrón, who taught me to sell. But all that is a certain logic escapes me I forget before I explain. Gallo And I said "yes Peralta, because it is so." So
is that I think I do differently in each game. That is, I do not sell, give me.
What things football than you do on a playground, are the ones that give you pleasure?
eleven in court almost did not have the experience, but the goal cute is what gives me more pleasure (who does not?). In the pasture, when the thing is for fun, a move that was finished in beautiful goal.
Now I'm content with running at the same time avoid an asshole and I dribbled.
Does an idol of those who have not extended much? Describe.
Ricardo "Pacifier" Zarate, the Maradona of Ledesma. And not revealed because he would not. Because one day workshop came to him Velez scored twice in a friendly, fuck out of the night and was taken back to the village bondi.
Cuéntese special anecdote of his footballing life.
Party at km. 9, passing Coronel Olmedo, dirt road, dirt court, all guadal. With the team's "field", owned by my cousin Matthew, you were holding a 1 to 1 to Olmedo, and the thing was already colored odyssey. Pitita lived 100 meters from the field and back of revelry at 12 noon, just at halftime. White dress pants, black silk shirt, moccasins encharolados, and started across the field. Some guys at halftime to take advantage and head to the other centers. And in a center, as if from nowhere and look at the silent, crouching, for both teams, Pitita Chilean rose and he fell to the ground. Football happened to about 3 meters, was black pants and silk shirt did not do more. He got up as two minutes. Olmedo
beat us again, but Pitita is ours.
What position do you prefer? Why?
The oooocho! I see this as a challenge to the completeness of football, will require a lot of quality defense and when to go for forward. It is most expected that 8 is pulled to the feet, which is hardened, it is a Blas Giunta, a Simeone or Zanetti, nor is it unreasonable to have good command, which carried forward, they pull the odd dribble and has good resources to define, to Chazarreta Coudet, Montserrat, the toad Marchant or the great Milton Melgar. And if you want to add strategy, not one was missing, but more in the role of conductor, also on 8 you can give it, but looks a Pepe Basualdo, or a Diego Cagna. What a beautiful place
eight! And what a bastard as to when they went out to run in the week!
ever played "drunk or stoned? How was?
I would say no ... Yes I remember a summer party to nap on the banks of Suquía, went to Martin. The arches were bags and cans of red, and every time out the players faced right to the "sticks." There was one "IPEA" who, unable to be more standing, played between Rameri of those that line the wall. He clung to the plants and go out there was a suicide ... how to beat the bastard that! Throw kicks to topple the rival blind or remove the scrub football ...
The paddock for children ...
Alejo Ledesma's Square, with obstacles like the magnolia, the light pole, the pole drunk and the primrose path to the side, but it was the best venue in the world, like every boy. Once, after 3 or 4 years without returning, I came to town and went through the square. I went to the "court" and could not believe it was half as large in my memory. Dark, the same post and the same light. I counted the steps, there could not be that we bore you so much. I screwed up crying.
repentance Any football?
More than regrets, missing that I can not heal. I did not play in the historic triumph over physical therapy or in the Interfaculty 2002 that llevba by name of my friend Andrew or the three championships he won Dalla Costa, or in the Playoff final last year, or promotion to the A of Quilmes ... If God would give me a reward of epic, or would be saying "this idiot still has not learned that his job is not in a court. "
Yes I regret things like, in the final to La Costa, in the meantime, in relation to an elbow he received, the Emi told me "I thought you were going to get you." I felt that I failed a partner to the team. Sometimes it is the fantasy that it faced the Guaza, the chest, pulls out and hits me. The cast and that decides our success. What
goal celebrated more as a fan? Does the experience?
of Caniggia In Brazil was on the eighth floor in Belgrano and Montevideo. Desgarganté me standing on the edge of the balcony. When I was a little euphoria thinking my legs were shaking the folly he had done. On the play of Maradona, the rival for the party, the context ... no wonder.
His worst expulsion.
Early in Jujuy, I think against Laprida. A pony front of them, well, difficult, provocative. I vowed to be patient, but after 20 minutes was yellow, was thrown very well the son of a bitch. At 35, second yellow in a play in which I gained more than hit. I protested but he was lying. I went to the bank and could not upset the sense of injustice, then returned to the field and hit two punches to open hand to the pony. I felt there was more fairly. I do not remember another expulsion.
What do you feel is the best thing he does in this game?
At one time playing away and go to area rival, playing, making plays aesthetic. Today, against my ambitions, I think my best attribute for a team is defending.
Ever football provided him with women ... or something?
Me provided wonderful to be part of groups. Although also some, perhaps, to know I am part of this phenomenon, I add in his head a few centimeters phallic.
A famous idol. Why? Maradona
away. Because it makes me feel the beauty of football at every turn. If a stranger we study and the sample was him, we could not describe without intrinsic relationship to the ball. We seek the invisible umbilical cord, and seeing the rest, they would find the ball.
What is the worst he made in a court?
Le went with a front plate and broke Architecture the big toe. I was very excited to fart.
And the best?
I tell you the best in a sense, aesthetic. Economics behind Potrero, near the Cheche, Black, my brother Abraham ... I stand 9 and when I get the legs I open football, with the luck of also passing between the legs of my marker, looking behind , I get the last man and what happened in speed to reach picársela goalkeeper. It was a play that had often daydreamed. And left unchanged. The match was not for nothing, but I do not oblivion.
Has gained by playing?
lightning in a tournament in the field. Not anymore.
When you bought or regulate their last ball?
I bought a few months ago (and do not come over leather?), Hoping to play with my girlfriend in the park. Suavecito by the groin injury. There was no quorum.
hates most famous player. Why?
In this I follow to Hugo to death. A death on the lining of Cristiano Ronaldo. Selfish, conceited and enjoyer as few have seen. To me that is good player hurts the bastard.
still can not get rid of some messianic arrogance, and, therefore, his teenage ambition to be a hero, or at least a martyr. Dalla Costa
felt to be one of the few bulwarks against the "every man for himself." Today is commissioning similar message to more intimate settings, and enjoying the rest in both stories, good game, beautiful goals, beautiful parties and social and recreational life. Al Caesar what is Caesar's ...
you always sell the ankles in the same way? Are you sure you do well?
to the 26 was "immortal." Band was something that happened to others. A sprained right ankle six months left me out! It was more deadly than anyone. I started selling. In 2001 I shared the apartment with close friend and therapist Saul "Gallito" Beldrón, who taught me to sell. But all that is a certain logic escapes me I forget before I explain. Gallo And I said "yes Peralta, because it is so." So
is that I think I do differently in each game. That is, I do not sell, give me.
What things football than you do on a playground, are the ones that give you pleasure?
eleven in court almost did not have the experience, but the goal cute is what gives me more pleasure (who does not?). In the pasture, when the thing is for fun, a move that was finished in beautiful goal.
Now I'm content with running at the same time avoid an asshole and I dribbled.
Does an idol of those who have not extended much? Describe.
Ricardo "Pacifier" Zarate, the Maradona of Ledesma. And not revealed because he would not. Because one day workshop came to him Velez scored twice in a friendly, fuck out of the night and was taken back to the village bondi.
Cuéntese special anecdote of his footballing life.
Party at km. 9, passing Coronel Olmedo, dirt road, dirt court, all guadal. With the team's "field", owned by my cousin Matthew, you were holding a 1 to 1 to Olmedo, and the thing was already colored odyssey. Pitita lived 100 meters from the field and back of revelry at 12 noon, just at halftime. White dress pants, black silk shirt, moccasins encharolados, and started across the field. Some guys at halftime to take advantage and head to the other centers. And in a center, as if from nowhere and look at the silent, crouching, for both teams, Pitita Chilean rose and he fell to the ground. Football happened to about 3 meters, was black pants and silk shirt did not do more. He got up as two minutes. Olmedo
beat us again, but Pitita is ours.
What position do you prefer? Why?
The oooocho! I see this as a challenge to the completeness of football, will require a lot of quality defense and when to go for forward. It is most expected that 8 is pulled to the feet, which is hardened, it is a Blas Giunta, a Simeone or Zanetti, nor is it unreasonable to have good command, which carried forward, they pull the odd dribble and has good resources to define, to Chazarreta Coudet, Montserrat, the toad Marchant or the great Milton Melgar. And if you want to add strategy, not one was missing, but more in the role of conductor, also on 8 you can give it, but looks a Pepe Basualdo, or a Diego Cagna. What a beautiful place
eight! And what a bastard as to when they went out to run in the week!
ever played "drunk or stoned? How was?
I would say no ... Yes I remember a summer party to nap on the banks of Suquía, went to Martin. The arches were bags and cans of red, and every time out the players faced right to the "sticks." There was one "IPEA" who, unable to be more standing, played between Rameri of those that line the wall. He clung to the plants and go out there was a suicide ... how to beat the bastard that! Throw kicks to topple the rival blind or remove the scrub football ...
The paddock for children ...
Alejo Ledesma's Square, with obstacles like the magnolia, the light pole, the pole drunk and the primrose path to the side, but it was the best venue in the world, like every boy. Once, after 3 or 4 years without returning, I came to town and went through the square. I went to the "court" and could not believe it was half as large in my memory. Dark, the same post and the same light. I counted the steps, there could not be that we bore you so much. I screwed up crying.
repentance Any football?
More than regrets, missing that I can not heal. I did not play in the historic triumph over physical therapy or in the Interfaculty 2002 that llevba by name of my friend Andrew or the three championships he won Dalla Costa, or in the Playoff final last year, or promotion to the A of Quilmes ... If God would give me a reward of epic, or would be saying "this idiot still has not learned that his job is not in a court. "
Yes I regret things like, in the final to La Costa, in the meantime, in relation to an elbow he received, the Emi told me "I thought you were going to get you." I felt that I failed a partner to the team. Sometimes it is the fantasy that it faced the Guaza, the chest, pulls out and hits me. The cast and that decides our success. What
goal celebrated more as a fan? Does the experience?
of Caniggia In Brazil was on the eighth floor in Belgrano and Montevideo. Desgarganté me standing on the edge of the balcony. When I was a little euphoria thinking my legs were shaking the folly he had done. On the play of Maradona, the rival for the party, the context ... no wonder.
His worst expulsion.
Early in Jujuy, I think against Laprida. A pony front of them, well, difficult, provocative. I vowed to be patient, but after 20 minutes was yellow, was thrown very well the son of a bitch. At 35, second yellow in a play in which I gained more than hit. I protested but he was lying. I went to the bank and could not upset the sense of injustice, then returned to the field and hit two punches to open hand to the pony. I felt there was more fairly. I do not remember another expulsion.
What do you feel is the best thing he does in this game?
At one time playing away and go to area rival, playing, making plays aesthetic. Today, against my ambitions, I think my best attribute for a team is defending.
Ever football provided him with women ... or something?
Me provided wonderful to be part of groups. Although also some, perhaps, to know I am part of this phenomenon, I add in his head a few centimeters phallic.
A famous idol. Why? Maradona
away. Because it makes me feel the beauty of football at every turn. If a stranger we study and the sample was him, we could not describe without intrinsic relationship to the ball. We seek the invisible umbilical cord, and seeing the rest, they would find the ball.
What is the worst he made in a court?
Le went with a front plate and broke Architecture the big toe. I was very excited to fart.
And the best?
I tell you the best in a sense, aesthetic. Economics behind Potrero, near the Cheche, Black, my brother Abraham ... I stand 9 and when I get the legs I open football, with the luck of also passing between the legs of my marker, looking behind , I get the last man and what happened in speed to reach picársela goalkeeper. It was a play that had often daydreamed. And left unchanged. The match was not for nothing, but I do not oblivion.
Has gained by playing?
lightning in a tournament in the field. Not anymore.
When you bought or regulate their last ball?
I bought a few months ago (and do not come over leather?), Hoping to play with my girlfriend in the park. Suavecito by the groin injury. There was no quorum.
hates most famous player. Why?
In this I follow to Hugo to death. A death on the lining of Cristiano Ronaldo. Selfish, conceited and enjoyer as few have seen. To me that is good player hurts the bastard.
