was the April 13, 2006, we played against Bolivar 8th qualifying for the finals of the Copa Libertadores. We had to gain or because of Colombia Independiente Santa Fe was winning, so it was all or nothing. But Bolivians took the lead after the '25 the first time and it got ugly, both on the pitch as in heaven, because nothing arose a terrible wind, flying around, dirt, dust, glasses, papers. It seemed that had been a tornado or something, and up it started to rain really pouring rain, was incredible as the rain beat on his side, and no one had as a shelter because it was hot all day. And worse because the pitch was over we had to turn the game, players had to fight the flood, wind, and the court that each time got worse. Luckily the tank Pavone tie the game in the '33 and the tension up through the roof as in all the cup matches. I would not go! If, as always arrived late in the game and we could not define it, with the draw Bolivians went and we were left with nothing. And that I see that mark the discount. I wanted to kill, they were only 4 minutes that separated us from the joy or sadness, feel a click or a Tripero failed. And no longer watching the game, he looked at the sky screaming for the goal that the players got tired of looking everywhere. "The click was all guts and heart" said the Ole the next day.
Then came the miracle, when there was nothing, Sergeants Three scorer turned around and hit him with the heart to the ball to pop the throats of the entire band of clicks that did not fail to encourage under the rain of shit who did not want to stop, was the wolf, who will not stop mourn ...
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