It six at STAMFORD BRIDGE on May 6 of the year 1983 was a hot day that ended in storm. It was Friday. In the Decade of the eighties was customary many Friday afternoon parties in any zaragozana nightclub. There went the guys from the Institute to celebrate the umpteenth study trip, while we took the boys some cubata garrafon, the San Francisco girls and danced songs of Rick Ashley. Friday at the 1800 Club met the girl in the green shirt and in our dreams of some youth another six may went to celebrate it and buy us some gift for little money. That afternoon at the Sierra de Avila, Bernard Hinault known as the alligator along with his Squire and Laurent Fignon gafotas, gave him an upset to return to Spain, resulting in a memorable Getaway where Marino Lejarreta and Vicente Belda joined cyclists of the Renault team leaving 22 minutes to good Julian Gorospe, with the yellow Jersey on their backs of the Reynolds teamI got hooked a huge slut. That was the sporting event of that day, and I usually remember often. This may 6, 2009 sports event was the return of the Champions League semifinals and which faced Chelsea of London and the watches on impregnable Stamford Bridge of the London capital.
Hiddink blues pulled a tie to zero in the first leg at the Nou Camp and all the swords were high, while Manchester United expected to rival, in the grand final on 27 may in the historical Rome. The day passed like so many others. I work in the morning, work afternoon, fast and indigestible between one and another slaughter, coffee to clear food and opinions concerning the night clash peer. In the Pachi radio and more Pachi and crisis and more crises.One is overwhelmed with pessimism both every day and in unison for the song of the innocent babe gives Conte at the same time it was developing my work would go to find my heart around the city day and night.