Мне надо текст a football match!

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Мне надо текст a football match!

  • Although it is strange for a girl, but I -
    fierce Football Cheerleaders. Now
    hard to say why I had
    such a delight. Maybe because
    as a child my friends and loved
    drive into the yard, or on what
    Dad never missed a single football
    match, which was broadcast on television,
    and I enjoyed spending time near the
    them. Equally important was the fact that
    most of my friends were interested in this
    sport and often discussed events
    associated with it. Man, however, has no
    this information, simply dropped out of
    circle of communication.
    Whatever it was, I know most
    football clubs in the world and the most
    famous players.
    Going to a football match for me -
    a real treat. My friends always
    take tickets so that sit side by side. With
    we always sent mine, but
    sometimes even one's father: he also wants
    enjoy a "live" game, and in addition,
    cares for us so we did not get lost
    multitudes of spectators.
    At last - too much, we are very
    independent.
    But the seats are occupied, fans
    equipped by all necessary: ​​snacks
    drinks, flags and tune.
    The game starts. From the minute
    voltage increases. The crowd support
    players shouting, whistling, chanting.
    Thousands of eyes intently watching
    ball stadium and hold your breath when
    it seems that he is about to fall into
    target.
    Well, finally, the long awaited goal!
    Stands literally explode on
    overwhelmed with emotion. This
    residents of homes located
    near stadium can
    accurately recognize the progress match
    even if they are not included
    TV.
    Between half we slightly
    rozmynayemosya and discuss the situation. A
    then - another 45 minutes of exciting
    spectacle. Unfortunately, more goals scored
    it was, but still our team
    won and the match did not end with dry
    account.
    Slightly hoarse but happy, we
    go to someone back home -
    celebrate and share
    experiences.
    I am sincerely glad that football, more specifically,
    capture the game, more
    brings us strengthen friendly relations.
  • Sometimes very queer is happening in that narrow thoroughfare to the west of the town . a grey-green tide flows sluggishly down its length. It is a tide of cloth caps.

    These caps have just left the ground of the Bruddersford United Association Football Club. To say that these men paid their shilling to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that “Hamlet” is so much paper and ink. 

    For a shilling the Bruddersford United A.F.C. offered you Conflict and Art; it turned you into a critic, happy in your judgment of fine points, ready in a second to estimate the worth of a well-judged pass, a run down the touch  line, a lightning shot, a clearance kick by back or goal-keeper; it turned you into a partisan, holding your breath when the ball came sailing into your own goalmouth, ecstatic when your forwards raced away towards the opposite goal, elated, downcast, bitter, triumphant by turns at the fortunes of your side, watching a ball shape Iliads and Odysseys for you; and what is more, it turned you into a member of a new community, all brothers together for an hour and a half, for not only had you escaped from the clanking machinery of this lesser life, from work, wages, rent, doles, sick pay, insurance cards, nagging wives, ailing children, bad bosses, idle workmen, but you had escaped with most of your mates and your neighbours, with half the town, and there you were, cheering together, thumping one another on the shoulders, swopping judgments like lords of the earth, having pushed your way through a turnstile into another and altogether more splendid kind of life, hurting with Conflict and yet passionate and beautiful in its Art. Moreover, it offered you more than a shilling’s worth of material for talk during the rest of the week.


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Мне надо текст a football match!

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Мне надо текст a football match!

  • Although it is strange for a girl, but I -
    fierce Football Cheerleaders. Now
    hard to say why I had
    such a delight. Maybe because
    as a child my friends and loved
    drive into the yard, or on what
    Dad never missed a single football
    match, which was broadcast on television,
    and I enjoyed spending time near the
    them. Equally important was the fact that
    most of my friends were interested in this
    sport and often discussed events
    associated with it. Man, however, has no
    this information, simply dropped out of
    circle of communication.
    Whatever it was, I know most
    football clubs in the world and the most
    famous players.
    Going to a football match for me -
    a real treat. My friends always
    take tickets so that sit side by side. With
    we always sent mine, but
    sometimes even one's father: he also wants
    enjoy a "live" game, and in addition,
    cares for us so we did not get lost
    multitudes of spectators.
    At last - too much, we are very
    independent.
    But the seats are occupied, fans
    equipped by all necessary: ​​snacks
    drinks, flags and tune.
    The game starts. From the minute
    voltage increases. The crowd support
    players shouting, whistling, chanting.
    Thousands of eyes intently watching
    ball stadium and hold your breath when
    it seems that he is about to fall into
    target.
    Well, finally, the long awaited goal!
    Stands literally explode on
    overwhelmed with emotion. This
    residents of homes located
    near stadium can
    accurately recognize the progress match
    even if they are not included
    TV.
    Between half we slightly
    rozmynayemosya and discuss the situation. A
    then - another 45 minutes of exciting
    spectacle. Unfortunately, more goals scored
    it was, but still our team
    won and the match did not end with dry
    account.
    Slightly hoarse but happy, we
    go to someone back home -
    celebrate and share
    experiences.
    I am sincerely glad that football, more specifically,
    capture the game, more
    brings us strengthen friendly relations.
  • Sometimes very queer is happening in that narrow thoroughfare to the west of the town . a grey-green tide flows sluggishly down its length. It is a tide of cloth caps.

    These caps have just left the ground of the Bruddersford United Association Football Club. To say that these men paid their shilling to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that “Hamlet” is so much paper and ink. 

    For a shilling the Bruddersford United A.F.C. offered you Conflict and Art; it turned you into a critic, happy in your judgment of fine points, ready in a second to estimate the worth of a well-judged pass, a run down the touch  line, a lightning shot, a clearance kick by back or goal-keeper; it turned you into a partisan, holding your breath when the ball came sailing into your own goalmouth, ecstatic when your forwards raced away towards the opposite goal, elated, downcast, bitter, triumphant by turns at the fortunes of your side, watching a ball shape Iliads and Odysseys for you; and what is more, it turned you into a member of a new community, all brothers together for an hour and a half, for not only had you escaped from the clanking machinery of this lesser life, from work, wages, rent, doles, sick pay, insurance cards, nagging wives, ailing children, bad bosses, idle workmen, but you had escaped with most of your mates and your neighbours, with half the town, and there you were, cheering together, thumping one another on the shoulders, swopping judgments like lords of the earth, having pushed your way through a turnstile into another and altogether more splendid kind of life, hurting with Conflict and yet passionate and beautiful in its Art. Moreover, it offered you more than a shilling’s worth of material for talk during the rest of the week.


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