Thursday, February 17, 2011

Are Audit Letters Sent Certified Mail

without football will be happier. How

Ronnie. Coming to see you had a show, intense emotion, so far unknown. Although at first it was Recoba gave us the victory, with the two missiles into the top corner which in retrospect ... player who could have become. But you can not have regrets about Chino ... yes with you though. Ronnie, the first goal in Bologna ninetieth minute and having to wait to taste it. Sublime. The ride beginning of the year and the first stop just when you're not here, in that of Udine. The victory over Juventus and a difficult period ... Ronnie, annihilated in the Milan derby that culminates in a lob shot on the fly. The match against Lecce teaming up with Kanu, the goal against Spartak Moscow heard via radio during practice, running with earphones, a and a Sfo I: The Phenomenon u guys must have scored a goal of his own, here the reporter is going crazy! Ronnie, an afternoon of April I will return and that no one today in many, too many people, they forget. Ronnie. A difficult season and double injury. The anxiety of that spring evening in 2000, and the next morning that Fabri kids mimicking the fall: I with a look the intimate to stop. The wait, hope, the inevitable falls, painful and frequent. Ronnie, the player who most loved and that we might not come back. And yet. On 4 November 2001 against Lecce, but you go out for a little resentment after a few minutes. The return to Brescia, a month later, and I on the bus that brings me to the wood to listen to the radio, I cry in secret to your goals, sitting in a corner over there. Ronnie, how many times we've cried for you? The two goals against Brescia to return to the stage with Krepa and Sfo. The penalty against Piacenza, nell'angolino us there in the first blue ring. The away match against Chievo, fuck you were a meter from me and rejoiced for the 2-1 that would have paved the road. I remember your eyes, your smile, to hug me and then I go down there with a hundred strangers in the parterre of Bentegodi. Ronnie, the tears of those who have lost at the wrong time at the beginning of May. Statements unpacked after lifting the World Cup, the revelations of Cadena Ser, not be believed. No, Ronnie. Your good-bye, your escape inexplicable, your return at least irritating. Nobody has ever loved as we are, Ronnie. It 'good that you know. I thank you for every time you touched the ball wearing the Nerazzurri shirt. It 'was something magical and unforgettable. Ronnie, what took thee loved. I wonder if they'll never know.

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