On the table football. Reflection
Clarified the skill concerning the table football, my reflection takes me to times of memories, of nostalgia, of companionship, of frustrations, of punishments … Of all this the table football was guilty.
The first memory that I have of it is newly bulging of the den of my people, years 60, when I moved to Valencia of Don Juan to estudir in the school of the Augustinian ones.
The one that first was coming to the games room was taking position. The Main Father was distributing the ball, the table football was free, and the one that had the ball was initiating the game. My first scare happened after topecientos days of catching neither table football nor ball; the Father me approaches, concentrates on me, and the ball happens to me. I was considered to be the uncle more important, finally someone realized that those of my people existed.
The second scare I took it in an attempt of coming to the table football to full career for the corridors; it was prohibited but it still had not recorded in my neurons of people that it of running was when we were playing football and when they were punishing us. There mismito, me one had left engraved forever.
The above mentioned Main Father took me to the courtyard, and to ten more incautious ones. Imagine the scene: In December, Siberian time, courtyard with a finger of ‘icicle‘, still had not come the climate change and when it had to be cold, it was cold, not as now that when it has to be cold, you see the youngsters in shirt sleeves. Well, I continue with the neurons recording:
- Descálcense pollinitos, - it was one of the affectionate phrases that I had left engraved, to fire and to cold-. Give me 125 returns to the courtyard, - I do not always know porqué he was punishing us with an odd number of returns-.
I was leaving neither of the body nor the color nor the heat. Iván, more bold asks:
- father: can we take the socks from ourselves?
- not, pollinito, that your father pays the socks.
Of that happiness, the chilblains came out from me …, and the neurons and the table football will remain recorded for my eternity.
It keeps on costing the expression: filly goes!, what I learned concerning the table football. Another day more.
A saltito and I present before myself in the 70s, where the pollinitos did chickens to themselves, the table football was already not free and the chilblains went on to better life. And it of running? It was already not so vital: if you pay, do not run, they hope for you!
Anyway, Valladolid and the room of table footballs that there was in the street Marina Escobar was the coffee, the glass and the cigar of my years 70; good the budget was giving for a few games and Celts, I cut and without filter …, and without music, the group was not invented yet, although it must already do noise for the stores of the Delights.
On these evenings of winter Saturday in the table footballs room it is part of a fascinating memory of youth. We initiate the exit at large of the Real School, we were doing proofs of aspiring to everything. Many problems evenings dawned; there were our years posconcilares.
Good do not discuss to me that about a fubolín we could reflect on the Gaudium et Spes; it was later, when we were returning, relaxed. I do not remember who the winner was. It was playing of defense and it was always losing. But there is not this the affectionate memory that I have. It is the moment that we were joining, initiating the walk along the Big Field, or the Campogrande, that I never know how he writes himself and strolling, speaking and discussing, were ending concerning the table football …, I of defense as always and to break the ball.
Years spent … Of those revelries these muds. And in the 80s, expelled from the school …, for villain, do not doubt it, I remember a game again to the table football in a pueblecito of León.
It had a leg plastered, for a sad and pernicious accident. Neither nothing nor nobody was entertaining me and the visit of these friends who have accompanied me in the 'icy' courtyard, in the evenings / night of the street Marina Escobar, they expelled me from my sadness and in pedacitos I turned to put in the defense of a table football, breaking the ball …
What they want that he says to them! Really LuisJo: filly goes!
- A partidita? I of defense.
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