this post comes a little late, especially after there has been no such luck against Sevilla that against Fulham, but here goes: my attempt to post-ism Sports:
Sunlight lit for a week Vicente Calderón (who, incidentally, will be sorely missed because it occupies a place not only along the Manzanares, but in our hearts), as Atletico, like a phoenix from ashes, emerged from the drought of titles to rise champion of the newly created League Europe (which eulez and I have concluded that it should be called European Cup and Champions League of Europe, or something ... For people to stop putting stupid face trying to remember how the hell it's called).
And there were present few servers, yes sir! The uncertainty began a few days earlier due to a " Aschenwolke " or ash cloud from the volcano capricious unpronounceable name that is on tenterhooks the skies of our old continent ... Both of us, as players athletic, as rival perfidious Albion, we thought it was going to be difficult to get the air to northern Europe in the Free Hanseatic City of Hamburg where they celebrated the much anticipated meeting. Fulham coach Roy Hodgson, showing very little dignity, dropped to it would be best to delay the game (thank goodness you did not have any); those of Atletico were one day and a half before, and we cross our fingers that no ash cloud poisoned English airspace and could fly on Wednesday, just before the game.
Finally, despite the delays, we got to Hamburg Athletic accompanied by the fans, who populated excited airports wherever he passed. After a rest at the hotel where we had booked a room next to the Altona station, we headed to HSV Nordbank Arena, the stadium eagerly awaiting the race. Upon entering the metro, the Germans had organized well the thing that athletes had to go one way and the other fulhameños ... We ended up with the British. We landed on a stop Straßebahn from where he left a launch that went directly to the stadium ... 
arrival Awesome! The Nordbank Arena is in the middle of a lush park , and among the trees, came the spectacular arena bathed in twilight, which bubbled and the excitement and anticipation of the moment all we expected ... The
entries we had were a betrayal by the Fulham area, territory enemy, but in the end that played for us, because I do not think that a servant would have supported the athletic vociferous, all the nerves that would have been a curse as compared to the phlegmatic English flanking us.
Upon arrival, a half-drunk type of tune and sang the hymn Atletico, which was much more authentic than the impersonal tiresome little song of Black Eyed Peas to shell them Fulhameños ... The crowd seemed lighted athletic, but from our position, we heard more they shouted the English. After a bizarre opening ceremony in which the unfortunate Flag carrier Athletic
or mouth fell to the ground after a slip (causing hilarity of our English neighbors), started the game, which we were waiting. Atletico started the climb to glory slowly, and the first opportunity to conquer the opponent's goal came at minute 11:30, when a great Kun Aguero gave a beautiful pass to the Uruguayan ineffable, whose shot unfortunately out by the club ... We, of course, we regret, which earned us the furious glances of laconic British football, which would gradually become accustomed to that we were infiltrates in
He advanced steps ... the first half and held her own Atletico against the English, who did not slacken in its attempt to desecrate the site of this Cerberus is monumental De Gea. However, during the first part, the London team was not strong refining and the balls were not aware heaven above.
These were, after another attempt any of us, when that piece of crack that is made Forlan the magnificent received a bounce pass from Argentine unparalleled after a wonderful move initiated by Reyes and continued by Simao.
Unfortunately, and as usual this Atlético sufferer, "the pupae" (or Aua dem , translated as the German newspaper Berliner Morgenpost ), Perea made a crucial mistake just five minutes after the Uruguayan goal, which put them on a tray to the Saxons both Davies.
could not go to rest with peace of mind of knowing pseudo winner: things were still on tables, and got worse at the start of the second part, which was as if the athletes were made invisible and, uncompensable, the British began to dominate the game. The opponents were increasingly near the area and Don Eulez Atleti, as a good supporter of Atletico was discouraged, giving the opponents the victory early, especially when Quique Sanchez Flores decided to remove the hated Jury and Salvio undecided. (A servant gave up a little pain, how much he was getting into Eulez with them.)
Nevertheless, Kun not give up his attempt and tried to get to the bottom of Schwarzer's goal: we thought we had scored, but we are left with honey on the lips.
Sunlight lit for a week Vicente Calderón (who, incidentally, will be sorely missed because it occupies a place not only along the Manzanares, but in our hearts), as Atletico, like a phoenix from ashes, emerged from the drought of titles to rise champion of the newly created League Europe (which eulez and I have concluded that it should be called European Cup and Champions League of Europe, or something ... For people to stop putting stupid face trying to remember how the hell it's called). And there were present few servers, yes sir! The uncertainty began a few days earlier due to a " Aschenwolke " or ash cloud from the volcano capricious unpronounceable name that is on tenterhooks the skies of our old continent ... Both of us, as players athletic, as rival perfidious Albion, we thought it was going to be difficult to get the air to northern Europe in the Free Hanseatic City of Hamburg where they celebrated the much anticipated meeting. Fulham coach Roy Hodgson, showing very little dignity, dropped to it would be best to delay the game (thank goodness you did not have any); those of Atletico were one day and a half before, and we cross our fingers that no ash cloud poisoned English airspace and could fly on Wednesday, just before the game.
Finally, despite the delays, we got to Hamburg Athletic accompanied by the fans, who populated excited airports wherever he passed. After a rest at the hotel where we had booked a room next to the Altona station, we headed to HSV Nordbank Arena, the stadium eagerly awaiting the race. Upon entering the metro, the Germans had organized well the thing that athletes had to go one way and the other fulhameños ... We ended up with the British. We landed on a stop Straßebahn from where he left a launch that went directly to the stadium ... 
arrival Awesome! The Nordbank Arena is in the middle of a lush park , and among the trees, came the spectacular arena bathed in twilight, which bubbled and the excitement and anticipation of the moment all we expected ... The
entries we had were a betrayal by the Fulham area, territory enemy, but in the end that played for us, because I do not think that a servant would have supported the athletic vociferous, all the nerves that would have been a curse as compared to the phlegmatic English flanking us.
Upon arrival, a half-drunk type of tune and sang the hymn Atletico, which was much more authentic than the impersonal tiresome little song of Black Eyed Peas to shell them Fulhameños ... The crowd seemed lighted athletic, but from our position, we heard more they shouted the English. After a bizarre opening ceremony in which the unfortunate Flag carrier Athletic
or mouth fell to the ground after a slip (causing hilarity of our English neighbors), started the game, which we were waiting. Atletico started the climb to glory slowly, and the first opportunity to conquer the opponent's goal came at minute 11:30, when a great Kun Aguero gave a beautiful pass to the Uruguayan ineffable, whose shot unfortunately out by the club ... We, of course, we regret, which earned us the furious glances of laconic British football, which would gradually become accustomed to that we were infiltrates in He advanced steps ... the first half and held her own Atletico against the English, who did not slacken in its attempt to desecrate the site of this Cerberus is monumental De Gea. However, during the first part, the London team was not strong refining and the balls were not aware heaven above.
These were, after another attempt any of us, when that piece of crack that is made Forlan the magnificent received a bounce pass from Argentine unparalleled after a wonderful move initiated by Reyes and continued by Simao.
Unfortunately, and as usual this Atlético sufferer, "the pupae" (or Aua dem , translated as the German newspaper Berliner Morgenpost ), Perea made a crucial mistake just five minutes after the Uruguayan goal, which put them on a tray to the Saxons both Davies.
could not go to rest with peace of mind of knowing pseudo winner: things were still on tables, and got worse at the start of the second part, which was as if the athletes were made invisible and, uncompensable, the British began to dominate the game. The opponents were increasingly near the area and Don Eulez Atleti, as a good supporter of Atletico was discouraged, giving the opponents the victory early, especially when Quique Sanchez Flores decided to remove the hated Jury and Salvio undecided. (A servant gave up a little pain, how much he was getting into Eulez with them.)
Nevertheless, Kun not give up his attempt and tried to get to the bottom of Schwarzer's goal: we thought we had scored, but we are left with honey on the lips.
The tension lasted until well past the ninety minutes, the "pupae" had to do purpose of amendment and not be overcome at the last minute. After achieving that, the extension was almost a blessing ... Especially if successful!! Thus, we see up close the new show of genius our u-ru-wa-yo charged with a heel so that came in, go if you entered in the minute 117.
Our favorite striker could not hold and tore the shirt (yes, admittedly, the boy has a washboard and stomach, but is sometimes a bit too much ... I like it, I can not deny it, but is overly handle ) ¡¡¡¡¡ cold does not exist in the Hamburg pitch !!!!!
Of course, the euphoria was maximum when the meeting ended. Our co-tier air did not abandon his phlegmatic and we applaud, took pictures and waited for the team, along with Sanchez Flores, is closer to our side of the stage to greet after the feat.
After a pit stop to refuel Bratwurst and Bier including, crowned the evening by joining the hundreds of athletes who were going to stop Straßenbahn and packed into the underground tunnel crossing the tracks. They broke the madness: cheering drums, the crowd was not believed and we all sang in unison:
Our favorite striker could not hold and tore the shirt (yes, admittedly, the boy has a washboard and stomach, but is sometimes a bit too much ... I like it, I can not deny it, but is overly handle ) ¡¡¡¡¡ cold does not exist in the Hamburg pitch !!!!!
Of course, the euphoria was maximum when the meeting ended. Our co-tier air did not abandon his phlegmatic and we applaud, took pictures and waited for the team, along with Sanchez Flores, is closer to our side of the stage to greet after the feat.
After a pit stop to refuel Bratwurst and Bier including, crowned the evening by joining the hundreds of athletes who were going to stop Straßenbahn and packed into the underground tunnel crossing the tracks. They broke the madness: cheering drums, the crowd was not believed and we all sang in unison: Loro-Lololo-Lolol-lolo-lolo parrot, parrot-Lololo-Lolol Lololo-Lolol Lololo-lolo! Atleti!!
Photos: 1) This is not exactly the Calderon, but we liked the Nordbank Arena in Hamburg : a truly spectacular stadium (home grown), 2) Interior of the field from our locations, where you saw the athletic corner (home grown), 3) The pair of monsters rojiblancos, these are real wizards themselves of the ball and not Oliver and Benji, milk!, 4) Hehe, I could not resist putting this picture, although I must admit that to me what the excessive muscled Forlan not make me especially ... I have to admit that I like having a twitter ; 5) This is from another party, but anyway, De Gea cool! This guy has a future, we will see in the selection sooner or later, you'll see, 6) Delivery of the cup, with silver slips ueferos, fireworks and sparks of color, Platinis cabreaos and athletic happy ... In short, normal, 7) The athletic they remembered us, the sufferers of the opposite side of the stadium, and came to greet us, including Quique Sanchez Flores, thanked him, the truth! (Homegrown), 8) The tunnel opened into Langenfelde station, filled to the brim with the athletic crowd, singing loudly ... It was fun! (Home grown).
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