Another fucking reprimand

As usual, at the end of the match, Nasri told us that we were a bunch of assholes. Then he grabbed his stuff and left, mad for the 3 goals PCO had stuck in our field.

The effects of my recent habit of smoking cigarettes appeared 8 minutes after the beginning of the game. Our rivals were ahead on the score by 2 goals, but I really was trying to cloak my growing fatigue.

At the crowd side, I saw Perita. He was ready to play. Perita had left the company four years ago, when I was not a member of it, and came back last year. His purpose of his being in Lima is to get a master degree. I thought: Neither of Minas’ players is going to left his position in favor of Perita. There’s too much selfishness. We don’t have a person who can watch objectively the game and decide who is playing bad in order to be replaced; that is, we don’t have a couch.  Perita is a good friend and a good fulbito player. He deserves to play this match. Get ready, Perita, the last 15 minutes are yours.

The third goal was a straight bad ass kick shot from almost the middle of the field. Deyvis, our goalkeeper, couldn’t do shit about that. He couldn’t do shit in the two first goals either. Nasri, who was playing off his position at the back, left holes which were the paths that our rival used for shooting their two first goals.

Despite knowing that those two goals were his fault, Nasri motherfuckingly scolded Deyvis, blaming him for those goals. You should have cut that move, he yelled at Deyvis. You must have shorten the area. Deyvis, recalling his "feng shui" lessons, calmed down and avoided to kick Nasri’s ass.

What a motherfucker, whispered angrily. He fucks up the game but blames me.

The first half of the match had us as losers. PCO was up by 3 goals. We just scored one. I left the field and told Perita to replace me. At half of the second half, Quecher appeared to defeat PCO’s goalkeeper. The match was intense and the crowd was pleased to see this ferocious battle. Nasri stopped complaining and moaning like a motherfucker. Apparently, he realized that his fits of rage made no good to the team mood and way of playing.

The last 8 minutes of the game belonged to Minas. They played nicely, passing the ball accurately and rapidly. PCO seemed to crumble by this sudden turn of events. Of course, every time Minas failed a goal action, there was Manolitro to stop PCO’s attackers. And if Manolitro were to be left behind there were Deyvis to put an end to the danger. Deyvis was fearless and didn’t care to break one or two bones of his opponents as long as to keep his "arco" unbeaten.

Two minutes before the end of the game, Minas starts developing a series of short and fast passes that end in the rival goalkeeper’s area. The ball goes directly to Nasri’s feet. He has the "arco" all for himself but sends the ball up to the Orion constellation. It was Mina’s last chance to draw the game. We were playing hard and Nasri ends up fucking our efforts. But nobody says a word. They respect Nasri or are afraid of receiving a kick ass reprimand from him in front of everybody at the field.

Now, two days after the game, the team is in good mood. We know we have to win these next three and last games if we want to be in “octavos de final”. Centucho, the team film maker and “practicante”, that is "the new guy" in the office, the freshman, always tries to create happiness whenever he sees his colleagues oppressed by work load. So, he says: guys, are you ready  to beat my ass one more time?