2023-12-03 23:46:02
When the largest Portuguese fire of the latter part of the 20th century occurred, there were Lisboa a very special envoy, José Saramago, which would later be a prize Nobel Prize in Literature among other novels by Essay on blindness.
This journalist called him on the phone, so that he could tell the story of the most famous Portuguese writer after Person the most outstanding aspects of that drama. She did it slowly and calmly, as if he were narrating precisely that book, which deals with the destruction of an entire society.
At that moment, Saramagowho was barely known in this part of the Peninsula, gave me the feeling of being the most phlegmatic of the peninsulars, because in four paragraphs he told a story that seemed to require sweat and many tears.
Now there were two Portuguese in the Barcelona camp, and both of them much more angry than that unhurried writer who was Nobel, an heir to the Alentejo, and therefore a peasant settled in Lisbon. But, by miracles of fate, when the most restless Portuguese in the world Barça, who was a footballer Atlético de Madridwhere he was rather elusive, somewhat lunatic, he grabbed a ball that came from the goal and had traveled all over the field, he raised it to the small clouds of the Atlético area in danger, and before the gaze of a teacher, Lewandowski, He shot as if he had millimetered it.
At that moment, I swear, that day when Saramago He seemed to be putting out a fire on which he was pouring water with streams of words, to make it subside, at least while I was on the other telephone line.
After that goal made with the finesse of an Austrian cellist, or Catalan, like Pau CasalsFor example, him Barça He dedicated himself to doing something unusual: the best game of the season. Much more than a club, defeated by the arguments of those who consider it lost for the cause of La Liga (and not only), it imposed itself with quality and with joy, until reaching a symphony when the only permanent note It was the memory of the goal of that footballer who now emulates the best Barça forwards, and even his coach, since he does not play to lose, especially in circumstances like this.
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Pedri and De Jong, raised on quality as the norm, and hope as the commonplace of attacks, they expertly and bravely defended the meager loot, but it was enough to give flight to the present. At first it seemed that the hero was going to be (and it was, although not to the same degree) Araujo, but it turned out that above him, and in what way above him, the emulation of Ter Stegen. The work that his substitute did, Iñaki Peñawas worth not only the applause of its owner, present among the injured, and along with the odd Jordi Alba, but that of all his companions who caressed him as if he were an amulet.
The rest is much more, but for now let it be clear: the Barça and played (many times) in movies. In case he fails us again, let us now keep in mind this victory, which is more than a fado, it is a symphony whose major piano was played by a Portuguese who once again surprises… Atlético de Madrid and to the team that has been thinking about the Benfica as the origin of his worst melancholy.
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