Yesterday at 12:00 pm my brother turned on the television to watch the football final of Mexican: Toluca vs. Cruz Azul. A couple of days one of them tried to get tickets along with their friends. Came into existence at 5:00 am at the Bombonera to expect the box office will be open 5 hours later but did not, only 2 lockers were opened and my brother and his friends were not formed on the winners.
I never been interested in football, when someone asked what team I will reply that the Chivas and Toluca. At Chivas by tradition, is the only team in which all players are Mexican, plus it is the antithesis of the hated America Televisa. I am going to Toluca because I lived here, the Chocolate is part of my daily landscape and the only game I've attended in my life was one of Toluca vs. Jaguares, was the most boring thing the world and only went because my brother gave him tickets at school, but it was still my first live soccer match.
I usually walk to relax and do some exercise, yesterday my mom went with me.
- Where to go? - I asked.
- Not ... to the Bombonera.
And yes, we walked to the Bombonera. To go closer were more notorious streets full of parked cars but no people, everything was empty except for police. One block from the stadium seats began, one had sound and it was as we learned that the score was 2-0 for Blue Cross and was the second time. We walked among plush devils T-shirts, sweatshirts, mounted police, riot police, fries, sandals, tacos, apples with caramel ... etc.
When we reached the main entrance to the Bombonera find a small club Cruz Azul sung by a very emo boys, a few feet later I met a man with a red shirt that read " I not sold my soul to Diablo, I gave it "and then a pretty big club Toluca, not what they sang but had several abdomens into the air as he likes so much to this hobby.
returned we had come because the club would not let us continue to give back. We arrived home just in time they started the criminal. Toluca won.
I went in the afternoon and I was pleased to see the town painted red, foam-filled cars, flags, horns, happy people.
I never been interested in football, when someone asked what team I will reply that the Chivas and Toluca. At Chivas by tradition, is the only team in which all players are Mexican, plus it is the antithesis of the hated America Televisa. I am going to Toluca because I lived here, the Chocolate is part of my daily landscape and the only game I've attended in my life was one of Toluca vs. Jaguares, was the most boring thing the world and only went because my brother gave him tickets at school, but it was still my first live soccer match.
I usually walk to relax and do some exercise, yesterday my mom went with me.
- Where to go? - I asked.
- Not ... to the Bombonera.
And yes, we walked to the Bombonera. To go closer were more notorious streets full of parked cars but no people, everything was empty except for police. One block from the stadium seats began, one had sound and it was as we learned that the score was 2-0 for Blue Cross and was the second time. We walked among plush devils T-shirts, sweatshirts, mounted police, riot police, fries, sandals, tacos, apples with caramel ... etc.
When we reached the main entrance to the Bombonera find a small club Cruz Azul sung by a very emo boys, a few feet later I met a man with a red shirt that read " I not sold my soul to Diablo, I gave it "and then a pretty big club Toluca, not what they sang but had several abdomens into the air as he likes so much to this hobby.
returned we had come because the club would not let us continue to give back. We arrived home just in time they started the criminal. Toluca won.
I went in the afternoon and I was pleased to see the town painted red, foam-filled cars, flags, horns, happy people.
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