Dennis Congratulations, Congratulations. Now that you left at the finish, practically under the banner, and was about to cross it with their arms up, give you a moment of distraction that is fatal. It will surpass the sprint. Congratulations again. And let it be if we're talking about football: the comparison makes the bike idea. Understand what makes you an idiot. And what you're wasting time ... or maybe you've already wasted. Dennis Battistoni, players' agent. Or rather, this vacuum. Because so far, let's be clear, do not you ever managed was a shot that was worthy of the name. Only small affarucci. Simple mediation, as you say. The ability - however significant - to come into this chain of assorted interests that makes the transfer of a player from one team to another. But nothing compares to this, dear Dennis. Here we are talking about a presentation to the press with all the trappings. Cameras serials, planed microphones: Your Oscar Caraballo, talented Argentine playmaker of eighteen who remembers - with all due respect - a Dieguito, is to pose with the Nerazzurri shirt, the one with the title ... Him at the center of the table, on one hand the president and other sporting director. It would be a great day, this.
But the fact is that this is not the real Oscar Caraballo, Dennis true? No, that kind - that in fact, on closer inspection, has little of the professional footballer - is in reality the poor Gonzalo, Gonzalo for his friends, his brother, inter alia, greater than four years of Oscar. Did you think to do this for the good of the family, did you have to get on the next plane to Italy. And it shows: he has not disposed of the time zone and the jet lag, Gonzalo, has a long beard and no one really seems to promise the world of football, rather looks like a refugee, a survivor of an illegal crossing into the seas of Sicily, With all due respect. And then it seems too old to be credible. What happened to Oscar, the original talent? Would you like to know too, eh Dennis? Until the other night you were together, you went to get five-star prestige hotel in the center with your mega-suv porsche that you find it difficult to maintain but which you can not give up, oh no. Have you accompanied by Michelangelo, the restaurant of celebrity, real or fake. What you people will find us worldly people to eat those foods silly for the sake of showing off in that space, do not know. In any case, have greeted the distinguished leader of the other team town, the usual table, and you prance with his guests, the mediator (in fact) a bit of success that 'it turned out fine thinker, the employee careerist shadows and the journalist colluded. All you have presented the boy, Oscar, and so distracted by making a joke about the goal that will be granted in the next derby. The eminent director, with the shiny bald head, he hissed to say certain things is bad luck. You wriggle and, displaying familiarity with the landlord, you are prompted to fill your table with your usual advising young seen so far come up to mate and asado, pens to Michelangelo, a mediocre dish price but excellent. Here
Dennis, maybe it was that the only time of night when you distracted, or when you stop to think about why you were there. That is, you should take care in every respect the guy, your heritage. Without losing sight of even a second. Even mom and dad Jorge Maria had recommended. Instead, at some point you have loosened the tension. Tu. But that Oscar should be skyrocketing, when they came to your table the new maid, a Hungarian boy with light skin, faintly freckled, and wavy golden hair, looking vaguely naughty, the elegant bearing. I mean, you yourself have searched his eyes shining, but meanwhile, cruised to her Oscar. And then, after dinner, when there were between courses to study the text messages on your smartphone, you have not even thought that the toilet was an excuse, but that the boy was heading so towards services, but in the ladies' bathroom, where he had previously set an appointment with discretion with clever girl. But while you were autistic connected to the headset on your phone, committed to respond listlessly to the inevitable stress of a sports journalist in search of revelations, which you said that Caraballo was actually still considering an offer received from an English club. But what the British ... You lied and now you regret it, you'll see that cazziatone you get the papers now that it's time to officially announce. However, when Oscar is back at the table, you have invested with questions. Worse than the journalist who had called just before you.
- Oscar What have you done, boy?
- What I've done, Dennis señor?
- Next ... you locked in the bathroom with the maid ... Oscar does not bring you in your neighborhood of Buenos Aires, here you are now a player in Serie A at the center of attention of all. You do a little fucked up, it can become a big cock in a short time, do you understand?
- I did not ninguna cassata!
- A quickie with the waitress on duty may fall into that category. And if she drafts all over the newspapers? And maybe if you have left me pregnant and we pin million as it happened to Cristiano Ronaldo?
- In the bathroom I went there alone ... El muy trip was long, you did not go, exploding the juro ... I have hablo only stopped with the manager we've seen before.
- Oh yeah? And what did you say?
- Nada ... He asked me if I was with my choice feliz.
- And you said yes, of course?
-
Yes - With that face? Have thought that you were not sincere ... Be ', though I still suspect the maid, my dear hombre caliente. How is it that you call the girl?
- Ilona.
- Ilona Oh my God! And how do you know what it's called? Eh?
0 comments:
Post a Comment