Dicen que Argentina gana partidazos... pero Brasil gana campeonatos. Esta vez duele, esta vez da bronca. Sin tener nada que ganar ni perder (después de la vergüenza que nos hizo pasar Chile), el tema es simple. Nos ponemos de parte del Rey: el Fútbol. Y quien venía jugando mejor fútbol era Argentina, por lejos el equipo que mostró mayor volumen de juego, capacidad goleadora y respeto por el juego. Quizás México hizo algo similar.
Brasil, con el equipo que todo el mundo denominó como "Z", supo amargarle la fiesta the best team in this year's Copa America. Hit early, at 4 minutes and held the first Baptista. The second shot - and fiercest - arrived seconds before completing the first stage. Ayala own goal and the game uphill. Difficult. Complicated. Argentina
attack, Brazil with spaces. The equation is simple. Kills you. And nothing could make Milito, who guapea all Brazilian. And nothing could make Roman, who let him down whenever he had the ball. And nothing could make Messi, who was always on top. And nothing could make Charlie, who seemed to be the only one missing a minute, still believed in miracles. And yet I like Charlie, cute, fierce, faced Brazilian full, and got in and went. No out champions, but may leave the pitch with heads held high and that, these days is much more than a merit.
And nothing could make Coco, Diego, journalism, the defender of good football and the lord of the street corner. Brazil is Brazil, and today showed that disrespecting the game, they can be champions. Showed that Dunga Dunga can give a title, but be careful, in memory of the people, there is a satisfaction, happiness is not always. Only the story is that Brazil won again. Without tasting. No thrill. He served only. And good ... teams are born to it. Anyway, they win.
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