"The eyes in blood, to get to the locker room.
Vanier candidates left behind and we came to the semifinals against Chiefs couple for the only time we have shared with my friend when we worked on an FM
Longchamps ... So there we had a little revenge ... deserved.
We prepared and went to a fight ...
The hard-fought encounter ... There were 2 people first public, but the road traffic the party made to leave and be like adding 20 people who finished watching ... a popular success and swollen, the result ... a shame we lost in the fifth set in a tiebreaker set, then to fight for 3rd place at last succeeded. With much more public, but less emotion.
That was the game, and although we lost, I still remember how many times he rolled on the floor "that" our chief of yesteryear.
The glory was not that meeting, the third place, but the fact I hate to see your face ... nearly insane ... was a party "a dog's face," discussing everything ... points were worth fortunes ... and people came to see us cry. Anyway
were gentlemen. We do not discuss any more than necessary ... and gave us to take out if needed ... but adrián voleaba as the best ... and I back ... like a champion, holding ... returning balls hard ... they had to climb ... all out ... Which party
... ! I was first in an epic ... the most incredible thing was the three balls that ate the head of Adrian in the chest. And two more one the buzzard on my part ... J
ja ... and say ... "Sory" ... No "sorry" ... "Sory" ... and so on ... "Fuck you, man" After
and that I had PADDLE tournaments neighborhood, we had revenge victory.
Sorry, man!
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