The score of Morumbi announced, relentless: Santos 0, Vasco 6.
Philippe Coutinho had lived late as long ago had not lived.
And Cruzmaltino had made historical display, as he only did when he was a protagonist.
Then Neymar sat on the lawn, thought of the death of the call and cried.
A more young companion came to comfort the fallen captain, and he pushed him away.
Little did the generous young man who would be left for him and his colleagues then.
Hence, Fernando Diniz, realizing that reporter none was looking for him to comment on the exquisite exhibition, went to where the cameras pointed and hugged him, as a father shelters his son.
And suddenly the uncontrollable weeping was made on the opponent’s shoulders.
The way to the locker room, more than half of the field, was lonely traveled in tears. Crocodile tears.
Only photographers and cameramen accompanied him silently difficult to say respectfully.
When he opened his mouth to vent, Neymar said – save the rare reader and the rare reader unaccustomed to find bad words in this space – shit.
Yes, it said. He said it was a M… and that his partners should think about what they did because otherwise they would not even have to play the next game.
The companions. He excluded himself.
He took his body away and became news, headline, throughout Brazil and around the world.
The vascaine rout was in the background.
It was exactly what Neymar wanted and did.
How he managed to be a brilliant Libertadores champion just two years after he debuted as a professional.
Or as it was exceptional supporting by Messi and Luiri at Champions of 2015, as well as winning the Club World Cup.
For the Brazilian team he hit the penalty that was worth the unprecedented Olympic gold medal in Maracanã and cursed who applauded him.
I wanted to get out of the secondary role at Barcelona to be a lead actor on PSG, and the Eiffel Tower illuminated to welcome him in the biggest football transaction.
He also managed to go from swan to frog in the city of Luz and plunged into the golden oil of the Arab world to continue making fortune, now without playing.
Almost finally, he got the fun of returning to Santos to extract what the club does not have, in order to get back to the yellow shirt and play the last World Cup, the missing cup, the 33rd, in his career.
Some bet his name will be on the list of Carlo Ancelotti’s summoned on Monday (25), as is already in the pre-ristal of the Italian coach.
Oh, yes, he has not yet taken to get angry santist fans last Tuesday (19), which, let’s face it, assumed an air of nothing despicable, because the consequences of facing beasts-beasts never know.
The boy Ney gets everything he wants.
If the real dad lacked to give him a minimum of education, he learned how, with tantrum and selfishness, tooth grinding and kicks on the bucket, and for the ball for sure, to get everything and one more heap.
If, finally, you can also impose on Ancelotti and, besides, help to win the hexacampeonato, let us admit, let’s all get happy, take your hat for him and put the King’s crown in his head.
King of Marketing and, finally, of football.
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