When somebody threatened to commit this imprudence, I made signal of not, with the finger, therefore already it knew the quarrel that sobrava. It was fatal. A pole would play better. In this same time, my group of friends made, in playground of the building, our first official departure. We were all to buy our uniforms. I would be the goleiro, for demerit. I gained shirt, gloves and joelheiras. What center-avante was found (later it tried the luck in the Vasco, but the knees had not collaborated) passed a tempo marking with chalk one 50 numbered places in ' ' arquibancada' '.

Busy that it was for half dozen of familiar entediados. She was first and the last one left of that teams. also of my uniform zero-kilometer, that was for the drawer where it only left again for donation to an orphanage. I liked to read histories in quadrinhos. My favourite personage was the Carioca Z (mascote of the Madureira). For this reason, I gained 2 edition of the Manual of the Carioca Z, of 1978, in the vain hope of that it brought histories of the proper one. Only that the manual is basically a book of soccer written for children. It entered in my shelf as a horse-of-Troy: under the disguise of the parrot malandro, was my first book of soccer.

Therefore, I read with one pontinha of disillusionment. But I know &#039 there; ' estrago' ' that it made in the unconscious one. In the decade of 80, we move for Curitiba and I was acometido by a stranger soccer fever. I mounted for me exactly championships with my teamses of button, only that with right zebras monumental. They were unimaginable matches, where they participated, p.ex., America, Bonsucesso, Cruise, Inhabitant of the state of Rio de Janeiro, Madureira, Pottery, Black Bridge, Portuguese Santista and Are Cristvo.


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