In which it goes of the Glass, jogo pretty and samba put Argentina and nonBrazil. Sunday we see ourselves in the end.

It is not a theater, but there are dreams. The grass burns and, thus and everything, the ball follows mansita, by down, until Messi puts the left-handed booty to him deep good and obtains the impossible thing: that a new, flaming stage, comes down. Until Mexican, the worthy ones, they applaud the work. It is the goal of the end. It is the sacred shout that takes to the Selection towards where it needed to go: the reconciliation. Brazil, with samba and everything, as it never shows with timidity. The brightness of this Glass shines more on a celestial and white chest.

The creators of that publicity that invaded all the last year, during the World-wide one, are due to want to kill. As much soccer, as much glory is the one that now is within reach of the talent of this Selection that it wants (and it can) to make history. In the most difficult party, worthy of a World-wide one, in a pot, to thousands, with a tremendous heat, the enamored Venezuelans, the Mexicans destroyed, the equipment of the Coco affected. In one night, in humid Puerto Ordaz, it gave to a great passage towards a the refundación, so that after much, people and the Selection the same return to be.

Brazil is the last link. Robinho, its t-shirt, the rivalry of always, the dreamed party, revancha. Nor Don King had armed it better. Today the stars are of this side. Riquelme is the Brazilian Argentinean but every time is more Argentine. Mascherano is the Maradona of the central steering wheels. Verón, another one of the symbols of the Coco, comes from minor to greater. Tevez scares because sometimes it was Deus in Corinthians. And Messi, for that they request that it is looked to him like Diego until chewing, empecina in doing the same in the field that in the Play Station. Music, today, sounds prettier, calmer, more acoustic between so many violins. A end never gained before playing it. But it would be a pain (and a thoughtlessness) to disregard to the voices of soccer. Badly a result in the great appointment of Maracaibo, would not have to leave to a flank all the good one that it was obtained to this height.

In this America Glass, beyond how it is the last photo, Basile began to play the World-wide one. It has everything, players and vision, like recovering that lost mystic. The pumps never explode like at night dark of Puerto Ordaz. The sky is illuminated, dismiss a Selection that gave the best thing to them. Sunday, more than ever, this history continues.