2024-03-21 12:57:54
When I lived in the mountains for the last time I decided to go back to college. At the time, a students’ association was created to collect subsidies from the city hall to pay for transportation, which, being practically free, motivated me to resume my studies, completed after – still – a few years to go. I lived in a house a little far from the city center, so I left my car – a white Beetle, parked on the main avenue. Back then everything was different. I remember that a famous citizen in the city left his Opal open and with the key in the ignition and nothing happened, after all, no one would want to steal from doctor so-and-so’s car.
Those were different times, after all.
On one of the many nights of tiring travel, especially on the way back from college, a terrible storm hit the city, perhaps even worse than the one we had in the morning across the entire Rio Grande. I remember that there was already a big scare on the road, with many fallen branches. Upon arriving at the destination, with things calming down, I took my ‘Fuca’ and went home: wife and children waiting for me. When I arrived on my street, a streetlight fell down and, obviously, everything was almost pitch black. There was no way to get home by car, even though it was just over 400 meters away. For a moment I thought about going back, sleeping on the sofa in the office in the city center. However, I thought about my lady’s and perhaps even the children’s distress at their father’s arrival. One of them, certainly, after all, always hated the pitch and darkness…
It was at that moment that I noticed a flash and it was fire. Something was burning and it was close to my house. I remembered that, hours before, the land in front, full of bushes and brushwood, had been cleared and the owner had everything cleared and burned. Having not extinguished properly, the wind had left to feed some spark hidden in the middle of the bush and it came back with a vengeance and it was no joke. Because that pole that stopped me from getting home might have been a sign: with no telephone in the neighborhood, if I hadn’t gone back to the center and got the firefighters, I don’t know what would have happened to the other neighbor’s house, right next to all that fire. To get to the scene, firefighters tied chains to the pole and gained access with their own tow truck. And then hours of work followed to put out that fire.
The rumor of Alexandre Pato’s possible return to Internacional is nothing more than that fire set in the bush and in the capoeira that has not been put out and, if a wind hits, will turn into a fire of unimaginable proportions. Putting Pato in our locker room, who seems well-oiled for good – a player who stopped being an athlete a long time ago and whose ego is more inflated than the football he played in a decade, seems to me like a dangerous spark, like a trigger for “ a fire of unimaginable proportions.”
Sport Club Internacional’s lack of titles, combined with the nostalgia of many and the anguish of a new generation for glory, places us at these crossroads between reason and emotion, when the heart seems to want to speak louder with the dream and hope of see the Alexandre Pato phenomenon happening once again.
But these are different times.
The truth is that Pato has given up on being a football phenomenon and he is not from today, nor from yesterday or the day before. He has already given up on Inter on another occasion, equally. Football is no longer the same and neither is Pato. These are different times and the Alexandre of our imagination no longer exists.
These are different times, therefore, and we have finally put together a team to prove this. Pato, your date, it’s in the past.
Let’s move forward, Colorado, which is the way forward.
SHORTS
– I hope this story isn’t just rumour. Mainly that Coudet would like to have Pato on his team;
– On the field, the team continues to create a lot, even in a bad journey like the last one;
– At the start of the mountain, the drowsiness on the field that I have been talking about here for a few weeks was clear;
– They introduced Bernabei and he seemed to know where he was. May he succeed with our sacred mantle;
– Speaking of the cloak, I confess that I still haven’t decided whether or not to approve it. The exaggerated amount of white still bothers me a little. I’ll wait and see what Rafael Sobis will look like wearing it and decide;
– Rochet asked for shirt 1, something natural. I just hope that its star can overcome the trauma of the last ones who wore this heavy number, which seems almost like a burden;
– I like Pato, I don’t deny it. And so I want it to remain only in the imagination and history of Sport Club Internacional.
QUESTION
Did you like the Internacional group at Sula Miranda?
I remain confident that if Inter want to win, they will win. All!
PACHECO
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