was a fantastic team where you look. Line by line, with solidity, being compact and efficient. Led by a coach who turned out to be wonderful. We came to a final
Libertadores again after 38 years, and would be our 5 th final in this tournament that brings together the best teams in America and is only compared with the European Champions League.
The match in La Plata was a apoteótica party in the stands, in a stadium full of Pincharratas we wanted to shout back champion. How nice it is to write: "Champion scream again." The match was dominated
Students will, all students dominated the finals ... let's face it, the Cup dominated the Bugs. But Brazuca goalkeeper was inspired by the cold night in La Plata, and the only got everything crossed him. 0 to 0 end after they ate two goals down and we bow our hearts paralyzed.
The week before the finals in Belo Horizonte it was said that we could not do anything, it was very difficult to win there. The truth is that it was difficult. But low, we all smiled and said: "hehe, go, continue by throwing down." Is that the adversity we re-temper.
On July 15, 5000 Pinchas was a direct witness of the "achievement" of the Lion. 90 minutes were dominated from start to finish by the team of Sabella, where there was only one little problem: the ball is deflected in the Chavo and became the goal for Cruzeiro. Students
But the XXI century if anything, is hungry for glory. Because it wants to be the seven-time '60s. And it took less than five minutes in leveling the score, when His Majesty opened a delightful ball to rise Cellay that emulating Marquitos Angeleri threw a great center for the Gata mark the goal of his life and give us back hope.
When the clock struck 27 'the world's largest Pelado sends a remote corner at the head of Boselli who scored the most shouted the planet, and become the top scorer of the Cup
Thereafter, time stopped . The clock would not keep spinning. The minutes do not spend more. But Bugs endured well, quiet, the latest onslaught of "casitricampeones" (does it remind you of anything?)
When was nearing the end, Caldera had the luxury of playing the biggest game of his life. Deserved gift for scoring near the end of his career.
's it, you're saying the big nose from the cockpit. And was, if my ass! We were already champions of America. Almost without realizing it, the referee blew the final whistle and the world we came down, if down, because we were on top of the world, in heaven, along with Zubeldía, way, Mangano, Russian Pratola. Tears filled our eyes, and a cry we join with our families, friends, acquaintances: Let Click carajoo! We are champions of America. We are Champions again!
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