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RUBÉN (LXI)

delivery was accomplished in Ciudad Real and, at the wheel of his trusty truck, sped to Atalaya del Puerco. Would be a long night: he intended to approach the house, changed in a hurry and go to the local pub to watch on TV, with Antonio, the extensive and intensive investigative report which was to be analyzed, in great details and a profusion of prestigious collaborators, the brutal treatment that FIFA, for mediaciónd and his evil minions the umpires, had global world after repeating against Spain. The escalation in the way of shame and injustice was so humiliating that was already being felt even in smaller parties like the one the night before, had seen the selection bend the knee against an opponent in the third row, no less than Chechnya and over in a friendly.

- Is there no right, damn ... "he thought Zechariah through clenched teeth.

were such anger and stubbornness when the body demanded a relief of their bowel function was missed the median of the highway and in order to park in a service area, nearly cause a massive accident.

- I shit in the holy chalice! He shouted as he ran to the toilets.

The door was locked.

- Damn! What the hell are created, they're going to steal a tiger? Burst out before the astonished gaze of the gas station and the manager.

But when he was almost before them, some insistent honking forced him to turn.

- What the hell is it? Wait a bit, host, serve you now!

- Zacharias Someone shouted from the Ford Fiesta from where the claxonazos "That's me, fuck! Andrew!

- Copón! Fuck the slut the virgin! If Andrew!

and without a further word Zachary ran to the Ford Fiesta, took to shoving his sole occupant and was merged with it in a heartfelt hug that was born of nostalgia and that kind of friendship that does not understand the meaning of words as decades or kilometers.

was not for less: the security guard who was occupying that vehicle, body and person, Andrew, handsome lad who had done his military service in Almeria and who, by the challenges and vicissitudes of life, did not return to see from then.

- The Whore host, Zacharias Where were you going so fast?

- Well, where I was going to be, dammit! To see the report from Spain!

- Who! Be part of Spain, pussy! You and I are going tonight, bitches!

Zacharias was to pull out an imaginary scale from his pocket, but halfway convinced that it was bullshit.

- Well, look, you know what I mean? You're right! Give him the fucking ass to Spain! You are always the same, Coupon! Come to complain, complain come, but you have to do is play better and petarnos to rival both crap!

- way to talk, host, that is the English Fury and the rest are queer!

And so the two friends of weapons got into the Ford Fiesta and, while admiring the one another how well they had treated the years, they released the vehicle and its hours, speed supine to the brown peaks of the night.