Well, this is a small story on the Mexico-Argentina match and as I went through gaucho lands ... the chaos begins here so there ps if you like the look or just read this part ... total will not miss anything interesting ... Now if ... Imagine a voice as well as the dude in the league of justice that says ... "Meanwhile in Argentine territory ..."
was Sunday for a fool ... I could not sleep at all ... partly because I was fixing my stupid iphone had more than 4 months without work due to a bad joke of Apple and its closeness to open it to all telephone ... but anyway, the point is that I could not sleep at all.
The venue for the party was "Cielito Lindo" a small bar one of the most curious of Argentina, Palermo. Since the cameras were installed earlier and chairs to receive an average of 100 Mexicans on two screens would be the party of Mexico. Confidence was on our side, and all augurábamos that "even with farts" but if calificábamos ... indeed, several have imagined the triumphant faces with which we would all Argentineans with a mocking smile on the party asked us for nearly a week.
But no ... that would not last long ... There
botany and free beer, so after 20 minutes I was already looking forward to going to the bathroom ... a Jiffy not more excited ... and when I returned the magic was gone and everyone was cursing the recent goal by Argentina. The uncertainty lasted several minutes and all the players watched indignantly as claimed in vain to the referees for the rude, INFAMOUS misplaced. But not fart, we are Mexican males and that is always our cross ... The point is very decentralized back to the party, if, players and spectators, and when it happened the Osorio bullshit ... That's when the thing was worth dick.
The mood was falling ... until halftime. Here I noticed something that gave me a load of pride and I think that distinguishes us as Mexicans ... we have a story so suffered, as mothers, and we have been humiliated, vilified, shamed and scorned so often in our culture ... a party that makes us wind
Juárez ... And the mariachis came to the restaurant with classic opening chords of my sorrows Bold (with their illustrations of favor and read the following paragraph with that rolonon background) ... was when he forgot everything.
A torrent of courage and patriotic fervor, a land so distant from everything for a moment flooded and we were stepping on Mexico ... we were singing about Garibaldi, eating a roasted suckling pig in the South, a kid in the North, a street tacos in Mexico City. We were at the Angel in the Minerva ... we were taking us a good tequila, not taking shit this side of "tequila" ... we were dressed as mariachis, of Veracruz, we brought Northern hat and walked through the beautiful historical streets of Guanajuato, we were in arcs of Queretaro, Monterrey we were looking at the hill of the chair or eating crickets outside the market in Oaxaca ... kill them one Molite
poblano and singing in an arena of Chente ...
magic to the strains of "Mexico lindo y querido" "The Mexican Hat Dance," "The King" and "Cielito cute "moved some to tears. The truth Mexicans were more than happy drinking beer, chatting and singing. At the end of the fifth song, one of the mariachis, with the popular demand of "mariachi loco" recalled ...
"But I will start the match!
He answered a regal with classic North tonito ...
"And the party? A fuck your mother! Touch "mariachi loco"!
And people seconded! ... And as we sang and abarrotábamos the space where there were the mariachis, the few present Argentines went to another screen which could be watch the game in which the reality TV gave them an advantage, because although we were at home, they then played on the road.
The end already know, we celebrated the goal as if it were Chicharo end of the world and we happy Mexicans ... not the party as bad, but being able to travel to our country for a few hours and shudder to imagine what Cute is Mexico.
What's a football match when reminded us of the vastness of our beautiful land?
if ... here and everywhere. VIVA MEXICO!