More than thirty years ago my sister took me to do a program in Radio Vallekas in a wonderful stage in my life. Given my ugly voice and a real inability to vocalize, the poor thing got to work and gave me a dozen tongue twisters. Among the memories that are stored randomly on the hard drive, some of them remained and yesterday (Wednesday, game day) they all came to mind. Perhaps it was a mechanism of the brain to try to give a reasonable (and honorable) explanation for what happened at the Cerámica stadium, where Villarreal and Rayo Vallecano tied 1-0 in a duel in which it seemed, for many stretches, that neither of them teams wanted to win.
The puppeteer was shivering
Pedro Diaz He must have trembled at the thought of a comparison of himself with the man so often vilified (also by me, sorry) Santiago Comesaña. It was no more than ten minutes into the game and the Asturian wanted to imitate the Galician in one of those moments of confidence that are so characteristic of him. Pedro wanted to play on the edge of his area, lost the ball and Ayoze, a tremendous forward, couldn’t beat Batalla, a tremendous goalkeeper.
Three sad tigers were swallowing wheat in a wheat field
Referee and linemen on one side and Costa, A wolf y Luiz Junior They tried to digest like Valentine, Camel and Álvaro García had turned an inconsequential play into two passes filtered with mischief, quality and a bit of malice to finish with the ball in the yellow nets. The first saw offside. The seconds feared the worst. The third parties celebrated the goal in style. (0-1).
I cry if you cry, if you cry I cry. Your cry is my cry and my cry, your cry
And Logan Costa was not admitted to a turtle race by not accepting professionals, Willy Kambwala He decided to give a “Clinic” on how to get a red card.
Luiz Junior cleared a long ball with his head that threatened worse things and the ball, in no man’s land, was disputed by the Rayista captain and the local defender. Valentín arrived a second earlier and Willy, in a panic, decided not to take prisoners with a jig that could have broken his tibia, fibula, or whatever he had hit. Manual Red and Villarreal with one less player on the court.
Rita’s little dog irritates me, tell Rita to change the dog for a little dog
Something happened that we missed. Maybe it was a connection with some absurd rule of the Kings Leaguebut the expulsion of Villarreal He reversed the logic and while those of MGT (those who commit unforgotten misdeeds are even better treated with initials) seemed to play with fourteen or fifteen players, those of Íñigo Pérez seemed to play with eight. Between overwhelmed and anesthetized, they were giving ground to a Villarreal that was approaching the goal of Battle.
He who eats little coconut, buys little coconut. I eat little coconut, I buy little coconut.
After two warnings Ayoze the drama arrived. A possible con of Pedro Diaz It becomes a ball given to the rival. The strip has a second option to move the ball away but Lejeuneout of his zone he loses it when trying to play it out. Denis Suarez advances without any player trying to stop him, he gives the ball to Ayoze y Hawthorn He lets him go, looking at him like a cow at a train. The action, more incomprehensible than a dozen tongue twister I ended up in the yellow tie. (1-1)
The archbishop of Constantinople wants us to desarchbishopconstantinopolize
After the festival with only one goal from Ayoze, the players of the Ray They should have listened to the good news that the mister gave them during the break, “you are one more, guys.” Camel He was once again that fly that stings a lot but lacks sting with two shots that deserved the goal, Of Fruits had good times, Álvaro was once again that legend who will soon be the top scorer of the strip in first class and the visitors began to see the three points up close, but after two left-footed shots and in the blink of an eye Camello found himself on the bench replaced by I cook. I don’t think anyone understood it.
Dad puts bread for Pepín. Dad puts bread for Pepín
Randy Nteka justified his presence as a spearhead with a drop shot for Pacha Espino that he could not convert into a goal.
I want and I don’t want to love someone who doesn’t want to, I want. I have wanted without wanting and I am without wanting to want. If as much as I love you, you want me to love you more, I love you more than you love me. What more do you want? Do you want more?
Jorge de Frutos surpassed Luiz Junior with a cross shot but when he raised his arms Sergi Cardona He took the ball under the sticks.
Love is a madness that only the priest cures, but the priest who cures it commits great madness.
The final tie of this match was certified by Hernández Hernández, from Lanzarote, a tie that could not be believed, a movie of the Marx brothers in the cabin, a point that now tastes bad, but in the table, with 21 points it is beautiful.
The centenary year will end in Seville, against Betis and a victory would end on the 24th with 24. Beautiful data.
