On Sunday I go to football. Come my friend Gordon of Edinburgh and as he led me to this piece of mourning at the summit between the Hearts of Midlothian and Kilmarnock in just reciprocity I will take you to see the Real Madrid - Getafe on Sunday.
And thinking about it I remembered the first time I went to football with my father, to watch a cup match between Real Madrid and Racing, who won the Madrid by 5 to 1. I must have been 8 or 9 years and of course, freaked. We went in 43 and lived a prior to a match at Chamartin (My father always called the Santiago Bernabeu Chamartín). There were Juanito, Santillana, Benito, Miguel Angel, Pirri ..... and he: Ulrich Stielike. I remember, the best that has been central Madrid. German international countless times and a real crack. Joppa, and I remembered that I have signed the autograph that I stuck to my fridge.
Ale autograph 1 and last but one of my collection (poor quality picture that I just, ya, ya, I do not tell)
had to be at that time when I, all well versed in music and therefore without any musical trend influencing it, I was lucky it fell into my hands a tape of Chopin which was to have my father in the car. Hear the night was No. 2 and Polonaise No. 23 and fell hopelessly in unbridled passion for classical music. Then came the 5 of divine divine Ludwig van, then the Heroic and a few days, O Freunde nicht give Töne, 9 ª led by Karajan. I have not ever felt anything like what I felt listening to the Scherzo of the Ninth! Berliner Philharmoniker version directly under the guidance of God. In fact yet, Friday, as did Wagner, listen to the 9 th as a tribute to myself. (Now the Good Friday are also special for another reason). Total, which I wrote to Polydor, which I sent to Deutsche Grammophon, which I referred to the Secretary of Karajan in Salzburg Festspielhaus. And I wrote a letter with all the tontuna and all the innocence you can have a 10 year old boy that Beethoven virus started running through the veins.
And a few days, by return mail, my autograph 2 and last of my collection:
I had a try for a third autograph. He should have 12 or 13 years and I met Ana Belén in the Plaza de Toros came out of the concert she had just given, and which I attended. I asked for an autograph, cut, polite, nice .... and the daughter of his mother told me that if I wanted an autograph is requested by Julio Iglesias ..... Fuck you, Ana, that it shows that Botox is not written ....
And thinking about it I remembered the first time I went to football with my father, to watch a cup match between Real Madrid and Racing, who won the Madrid by 5 to 1. I must have been 8 or 9 years and of course, freaked. We went in 43 and lived a prior to a match at Chamartin (My father always called the Santiago Bernabeu Chamartín). There were Juanito, Santillana, Benito, Miguel Angel, Pirri ..... and he: Ulrich Stielike. I remember, the best that has been central Madrid. German international countless times and a real crack. Joppa, and I remembered that I have signed the autograph that I stuck to my fridge.
Ale autograph 1 and last but one of my collection (poor quality picture that I just, ya, ya, I do not tell)
had to be at that time when I, all well versed in music and therefore without any musical trend influencing it, I was lucky it fell into my hands a tape of Chopin which was to have my father in the car. Hear the night was No. 2 and Polonaise No. 23 and fell hopelessly in unbridled passion for classical music. Then came the 5 of divine divine Ludwig van, then the Heroic and a few days, O Freunde nicht give Töne, 9 ª led by Karajan. I have not ever felt anything like what I felt listening to the Scherzo of the Ninth! Berliner Philharmoniker version directly under the guidance of God. In fact yet, Friday, as did Wagner, listen to the 9 th as a tribute to myself. (Now the Good Friday are also special for another reason). Total, which I wrote to Polydor, which I sent to Deutsche Grammophon, which I referred to the Secretary of Karajan in Salzburg Festspielhaus. And I wrote a letter with all the tontuna and all the innocence you can have a 10 year old boy that Beethoven virus started running through the veins.
And a few days, by return mail, my autograph 2 and last of my collection:
I had a try for a third autograph. He should have 12 or 13 years and I met Ana Belén in the Plaza de Toros came out of the concert she had just given, and which I attended. I asked for an autograph, cut, polite, nice .... and the daughter of his mother told me that if I wanted an autograph is requested by Julio Iglesias ..... Fuck you, Ana, that it shows that Botox is not written ....
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