Reglas del futbol callejero

- El Gordo al arco.
- Si no hay gordo se arregla con un gol cada uno, pero termina atajando varios goles el más boludo.
- Si hay penal en contra sale el gordo del arco y va uno bueno.
- El partido termina cuando ...están todos cansados.
- No importa que un equipo vaya ganando 20 a 0, siempre ¨el que hace el gol gana¨.
- No hay árbitro.
- Si no hay sangre no es full.
- Nadie simula, el que se tira es puto.
- No hay posición adelantada.
- Los dos mejores no pueden jugar para el mismo equipo.
- El que tira a ¨fulminar¨la va a buscar.
- Si el gol es polémico se decide patear un penal.
- No hay travesaño, y este depende de la altura del arquero.
- Siempre hay uno al que la madre llama a comer.
- Hay que estar atento a los autos.
- Se juega por la coca que nadie paga.
- Está el que putea porque ¨todos suben y nadie baja¨.
- Hay debates porque el arco rival es más chico que el arco propio.
- Los arcos se arman con buzos.
- Está el arquero que sale gambeteando y termina siendo puteado.
- Al morfón no se la pasen.
- Si el dueño de la pelota se enoja se termina el partido.
- No vale gol de atrás de mitad de cancha.
- Al que la pisa y le pegan que se joda por pisarla.
- Los palos de luz, árboles, monumentos, paredones, etc, habilitan.
- No se suspende por lluvia.
- Si el que juega bien llega tarde sale el más boludo.
- Si el que juega mal llega tarde no entra porque ¨ya estamos todos¨.
- Los goles se gritan como en la final del mundo.

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Himno a Funes Mori.

Y todavía recuerdo con y me emociono al recordar la canción que le hicieron a Palermo. Que distintos somos...
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Creeper Lagoon - Under The Tracks

There is a place
It has a face
And he was walking out the door

His mother said
She was ashamed
Cause he had no place to go

He was afraid
And I was fine
He wanted a peace of mind

Three times turn
And you go
And you go
You are free
You are free
It's a long way home

What have we done
Was it wrong
Was it wrong
Was it me, can't you see
It's a long way home

There is a snake
He will awake
And he will get you off the floor

You'll start to shake
Your friends will sweat
You are high, you will forget

She is afraid
Cause you are dying
But you have got your peace of mind

Three times turn
And you go
And you go
You are free
You are free
It's a long way home

What have we done
Was it wrong
Was it wrong
Was it me, can't you see
It's a long way home

And I won't make your dreams come true
It's on you
Got to change your lonely ways
To make it through

You found a place in outerspace
And you don't hurt anymore
Your lovely hand has slipped away
And there is nothing left to say

And we were born
Of yellow sand
There is no plan
There is no end

Three times turn
And you go
And you go
You are free
You are free
It's a long way home

All night long
I was wrong
I was wrong
It was me, can't you see
It's a long way home

It took a million lives to see her smile
Don't touch, it's too much
To make it and she'll send you home
Afraid of love, afraid you might get hurt
Good luck, don't get stuck
Turn right before you can't go back

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