Hello everyone, friends. We could write the saddest and most poetic portanalysis this morning, as if we were Neruda in front of the first plans instead of the blank folio, and the first hour of the day instead of twilight. Write for example: “Ter Stegen is operated and time is pressing”, which sounds poetic and intriguing enough to throw the phrase in search of a culé tone like melancholic farce but with Hitchcockian trim, because this is a suspense film.
Hitchcockian reminiscences have to do with the intrigue of knowing if the responsible doctors, which will be those of the Tebian League itself, will rule that the recovery time of Ter Stegen is greater than four months (which could enroll Jordi) or, on the contrary, lower, so that the signing with calçots would have to be eaten, even if it is not yet season.
Think about what would have been lied if Real Madrid snatches its dorsal to one of its legends, as a result of an administrative issue derived from not having a financial margin of maneuver, it hurts in the soul
Yes, we know it, it would be a film by a very minor Hitchcock, unable to unleash the suspense, because we know that the aforementioned galenos Lightnings (nothing to do with any Picantorra intimate garment) will rule precisely and exactly what it suits the Negreira client club, and this despite the fact that Ter Stegen himself has indicated in his social networks that the recovery time will be three months. The post of the excellent German goalkeeper was very enjoyable because it was a good slap in the very mask of those who speculate with the health of theirs to carry out their miserable triquiñuelas and registered burnings.
In the midst of all this, by the way, the Negreira Client Club has already thrown down the street and Ter Stegen have removed the dorsal, granting the iconic number 1 to the Mentate Jordi (excellent goalkeeper too, everything is said). It is a natural -size channel, but as the one who has carried out is the Negreira client club, and not the one that has won 15 Champions for Glory of Spain, the Spanish sports press passes gently on tiptoe above the cafrada. Think about what would have been lied if the Real Madrid He snatches his dorsal to one of his legends, as a result of an administrative issue derived from not having a financial margin of maneuver, it hurts in the soul. Fortunately, Madrid does not manage with its employees, which is one more reason to continue being ours.
He Real Madrid He is scrupulous with those players who fall injured in combat wearing the white one, so that the contrast to his eternal adversary cannot be more thunderous. It can witness Carvajal, who instantly renewed his contract the day after severity. They can also contrast this reality with Alaba, a footballer who will be respected the contract he signed with the club despite the fact that the club itself, at this time, does not seem to interest him much to have him.
In Madrid, what is signed is fulfilled, and such a thing constitutes a real blessing. For the fan, it is a sign that he is on the good side of things. In the face of the market, that seriousness is an additional incentive to sign for (already in itself) best club in the world.
Hitchcockianly speaking, it is possible that the film that best reflects the smooth situation is Notorious (Chained). In this masterpiece, the evil Claude Rains keeps Ingrid Bergman captive, who believes he is ill. It is not, but it is Rains himself who is poisoning her with the help of her mother loss (that of Reins, not Bergman’s). It is easy to imagine the poor Marc-André held in his room, recovering from his injury without knowing that the villain Jan maneuver in the dark to lessen the march of it. A trafficker Chipriot provides him with the poison necessary to stop the tuning of an increasingly clarifying ter Stegen, as a result of the concoctions prepared by his president. It is easy to imagine Jan slowly uploading the staircase with a glass of milk in his hand, while the music draws an almost unbearable crescendo and a bulb inside the glass emphasizes the danger of the drinking drink, that the keeper, increasingly weak, swallows at each breakfast by indication of Jan.
And so, between Neruda, Ter Stegen and Hitchcock, as who does not want the thing, we are reaching the end of the analysis of these families covers. We leave you with those of the rest, which have nothing to comment. Güler, Mastantuono and Lewandowski with Ghutra.
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