Second of all ... Pinto braid is not as perfect as it seems!
And third ... fic continued here ... Heh!
* Note: Keep in mind the voice that you imitate the Cristiano Ronaldo
Crackòvia * Chapter Eighteen
That night, the show was fuller than usual. All eyes were on the television & amp; oacute n that was on the wall. When the time came, all voices were silent.
- Gerard Piqué is called, is English and comes from FC Barcelona's youth system. At only 18, his arrival at Manchester United has been the most anticipated and exciting. Much is expected of this young talent, which has lasted weeks training in the first team with great players. Gerard gave his first press conference after practice prior to Saturday's game: "I am excited ...
- uh, VUEHTRA THE SHELL MOTHER! WHO WAS THE BOLUDA turn off the TV? - Leo shouted, his voice was heard & oacute, over the other general complaint about the image had suddenly vanished and the screen had gone black.
The boys, including Bojan, Sergio and Pedro, began throwing glances around to see who had interrupted the statements of Gerard and that every second they were missing.
- Sorry, sorry! - Apologized a guy who had supported the control arm unintentionally, while people booed him and he fretted nervously command to turn on the television again.
-. .. grateful for the welcome they have given me. -ContinuedI spoke excited. Had great admiration for Gerard Pique. They were proud of him. There were also some envy that I felt, he spoke ill of him. Bojan
sat on the armrest of a chair where they had been. It was bedtime, and people already started to climb to the rooms. She felt sad and angry. In the months that had elapsed without Gerard, had managed to continue training on the farmhouse without thinking about it. Had managed to normal life, or something like that. But now that he had never seen, it was like a wound andwas almost healed had been reopened.
- we? "Messi gently touched her shoulder, leading him out of his thoughts.
- Yes Leo
looked worried as they climbed the stairs. These recent weeks had struggled so much to try to recover the pre Bojan. Gerard tried not to talk, not to mention it. In fact, it seemed as if that person never existed. Sergio and Pedro were a few feet back, and exchanged a look of sadness with Leo when Bojan led the way and was mired in its own world.
already in the room, Leo was lyinged, covered with a sheet to the height of the nose to keep breathing without choking. The moonlight streamed through the window of the farmhouse and his companions were asleep. Suddenly, a gust of wind came through the window, but then heard a faint sound of someone who had closed on time. In early October, was not a good idea to sleep with the window open if you did not want to be cold the next morning. Bare feet walked past his bed. Leo recognized the person who was now lying on the bed beside him.
- Do you know Boshan? I think we also jugaremos one day in the first team. You'll see, hopefully he whispered with a smile on his face and eyes lit up.
- I hope Leo-Bojan smiled back and closed his eyes, ready to sleep.
- Pareis No running! One two, one two. What are you, pussy? Vamos! Shouted the coach Gerard
, exhausted, paused a second to tie it the shoelaces. As he did, he looked up at the sky and did not like all the dark clouds were approaching towards the camp. Run again with the same enthusiasm as ever and is concentratedor to make the circuit as quickly as possible.
The coach smiled pleased to see high performance. He scored a few things in his book and when he looked up something screwed chuckled.
- CHRISTIAN! What are you doing? So no! Over there! "I said the right way forward in the circuit extending the arm several times in an exaggerated manner in the direction indicated .- Follow Gerard, do you see? He is doing well. Cristiano
quick grinned like a smile to see that Gerard was increasingly gaining the sympathy of Mr.. He began to run again in a sprint that left everyone amazed, to get behind Gerard Piqué to please the coach.
- Again Christian? "Gerard said sarcastically, tilting her head" I will not wash it that you're going the wrong way
- I know, you hit what quiegues to do? "Said Christian to hit the stands with head and grinned as they passed close enough to the people and started to shoot thousands of flashes .- People adoga me, and I, as a humble segvidog This ú unique is that I can haceg entgegenC - Christian Tontosh offended, "he said.
Gerard raised an eyebrow with his arms crossed over your chest. As always, the coach began the starting lineup the next game. When Gerard heard his name on the list could not believe it. He had to ask the fellow next door if you had listened well and had said his name. Indeed, it would be the first time as a starter and would not the last minutes of the game or someone had been injured. He felt very happy and I just wanted to pick up the phone and call the news to everyone. S thoughtGerard Piqué aber spoken and I would have said: "
" Gerard? What Gerard?
", but being in the Masia supposed to be connected to the outside world and if you wanted, you could not shut out completely.
had won an important game and went to celebrate after dinner with the whole team. They were in a nightclub where he had a lot of people despite being in the face of the city. Gerard, who had made good friends within the team, having fun on the dance floor with the younger players. Christian, with a flower on his head, rode his way to them
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