I have no problem getting the player on the grassy runway with any headdress he likes. It is a world show now that the ball and the players, rather than the players, are gobbled up by the theatrical figure, as if they are on the field to give their performance. So let's get tattoos, so let's wear earrings, bracelets, Indian baubles. Playing a ball though, not like this Neymar foam solo foam. He's a transvestite, and we didn't take pride in him. Yes, that manifested itself in the Russian world.
I watched 1-1 Brazil - Switzerland and I did not believe it. The college kid who left Barcelona to escape Messi's shadow and in Paris take the penalties to compete with Cavani in scoring, looked like a crazy Hawaiian dancer from a beach disco. Haido was not playing ball. This titika, the first name of the troupe, was not part of the group.
We're serious. The charismatic Neymar had a goal in the Brazilian premiere. How to cross the opponent in order for him to get the clap. Absolute stardom for his team. Elsewhere, Brazil is everywhere.
Crash him on the street and celebrate him. He started the tricks, dribbles and shakes, to pass a couple of opponents. And he did not have a phase, not a single one. Why; He was burning with the pressure, the agony of personal distinction and in his poppies the teammates, the team. The couture player of the sewing school "Soula" in an alley in Sao Paulo is so crazy.
Unprecedented. He has not played in a big team. The vendetta puts the ego so brazenly at the expense of the group. Neymar did it. Here the one-sided Ronaldo became a team in Portugal. More and more assists on teammates. The crowd filled the squares to watch Brazil and Neymar and ate the swinging robe on the map. Get lost.
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