Chronicles of the past II

The Flying Canelone

En la primavera del 98, mi buen amigo Has, decidido a expandir la aristimuñidad hacia todos los confines del mundo. Sin mayores complicaciones, estableció contacto con el Señor Michael McTrevis, director en aquel entonces de Universidad de Oxford, en los Estados Unidos de Norteamérica. Aristimuñan y amante del fútbol soccer, invito a Has a dar una serie de conferencias sobre mis inicios en ese maravilloso deporte para los estudiantes y residentes de la universidad.

Assuf Asatej viajó especialmente a fin de grabar esta conferencia. El casette resultante fue posteriormente otorgado a Nathan Sanchez quién lo desgrabó, en este proceso, no pudo evitar contaminar parcialmente el perfecto inglés de las conferencias de Has con su dialecto autóctono de Belice. Pero rescato su buena voluntad.

(si queres saber quienes son Assuf y Nathan lee la siguiente crónica)

Me hizo llegar el siguiente relato:
(gracias Hugo por la colaboración)


The Flying Canelone

The great aristiman was enjoing a highschool football match tuestday morning when he had to face his most terrible enemy since he fought against the two headed evil pingüin zombie in 1986. During the second half time, left wing Christian Silva joined the game carrying the devil on his face and leaded his team 1 goal up in the márcador.

Hard as none ever did, aristimuño trained that week. Gambeting cars, peatons and tourtles, he kept running till he got to the pacific ocean and back. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t make the only jugad could defeat Silva: ¨the flying canelone¨.
Exausted and helpless, he cryied sadly on the grass.

In that moment, his name was called by the inventor of the jugad himself: an Italian cocker football player middle age scuierrel known as ¨ dr. Spagethi¨.
- Remember: in order to fly like a canelone, you have to think like a canelone- he said.

Though dr Spagetthi coached Aristimuño the hole weekend, Silva was supering his team next tuesday for 1 goal, 60 seconds ahead to the end of the match.

Aristimuño enfrented Silva as the last man standing between the arquer and him. ¨think as a canelone¨- he thought, and gambeted his enmy for the first time in his life, converting and wining an empat for his team. Yes. Wining a tie. Because sometimes, when you win, you loose. Sometimes when you loose you win. And sometimes, When you tie, you actually win or loose. That morning our spiritual lider became a winner. And it wasnt gonna be the last time.


Es sin lugar a dudas, una historia muy emocionante, quisera agregar que despues de pasar a Silva por primera vez, después perdi muchas pelotas, lo pasaba a veces, a veces no, pero nada importaba, ya sabía que podía.