Stories of Paraná - Four football stories

Stories of Paraná - Four football stories

Four soccer stories
Ernani Buchmann

The Colorado would play in Ponta Grossa.
To save the rent money on the bus, the board divided the delegation of officers in cars.
The chief financial officer of the club, Ivo Bordinhão, fit a divide four aces, all gauchos.
Went with him Negri goalkeeper, midfielder Torino and tips Ortiz and Galen.
Bordinhão did not believe in the team, who felt more able to compete in the championship of the Rio Grande as ours, but as a good supporter, accepted the sacrifice.
The outward journey was calm and silent, with the players focused on the game. The result did not disappoint: the team won the Worker by 4X0. In back, relaxed, Bordinhão decided to take a hook in the conversation of the players to make a confession:
- Hey, congratulations on the game. And if I am praising it because I liked it.
Everyone knows that if I had some influence in the direction you would not be football players from Colorado.
The tip Galen did not lose leaves:
- Do not you worry, your Bordinhão because if we had some influence with the directors you would not be the money man.
Maringa, it was customary for team players gather after the game in a bar located on top of the bus.
One Sunday, after a victory, the central Virgil, famous for having baptized the deodorant Yo-Yo Contest 1010, was coming when he was called by a director of the club, sitting at a table where I take no missing beer and appetizer:
- Prochegue up, Virgil.
Come eat with us.
And Virgil, pulling up a chair and helped himself to an olive:
- Then I'll take one of these conosquinho.
Olive was also the protagonist of another story.
Better: Olive, player and captain of Conure, In the old stadium Orestes Thá players were leaving the pitch after a game in which the Green Water had given a whacking 4X0 team in North, when the reporter decides to ask Lopes Dias Olive the captain as he justified that rout. The answer was a masterpiece:
- We we command in the game, attacking all the time and they only won because they made four of shit.
The Caramuru Castro had a period that seemed fixated on oil names.
Played there in years and different positions, unforgettable superstars like Petrol, Kerosene, and even a Amarelinho Mixed.
For this Mixed, whom no one had ever paid much attention one day decides to throw everything that did not know, against the spring.
For the first and only time, was considered the best player on the field. And to hear the reporter who had won the motorádio usual, did not hold back:
- I, the best in the field? No, this is modesty aside from you.

Ernani Buschmann, advertising


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.