The table football: Pairs or odd numbers
Pairs or odd numbers
I always remember on those evenings of Sunday, when I was staying with the friends after eating and we were going away all together to the "recreational ones", where we were buying a five-peseta coin of chuches or pips and at once we were avoiding the teams to play the table football.
That evening, I remember like a more many others that we spend there, but what then we did not know is that it was going to be special. Antonio, dark-haired person, high place, with bushy eyebrows, at once stood firm next to the table football, and with its voice of down deeply, said: - come, we are going to draw lots.
Juan, disheveled, with its bush of rebellious hair leaving for any side, I smile at half a side.
- Already?, that hurries to lose, sees that it even you stings of last Sunday.
- that is not true, if you won us it was because the "Owl" cut us.
The "Owl", he was the manager of the room of games, always with a gray dust cover and a few glasses of thick glazing, for which the boys' clientele, it had nicknamed him this way.
- if, because you got into debt in raising the table football, so that the ball was slipping in for our goal.
- this is a lie, the only thing that happens, is that this table football is older than Matusalén, and the balls get stuck.
- very well, - it was me who said. Already leave the discussion and we are going to draw lots, that to this step gives us the hour of going away to house.
- it is well, I choose Paco, said Manolo.
- you do not choose anybody, because it was we who choose, amazed.
Manolo, was the absent-minded person of the group, always in the clouds, going out with the most peculiar things when less you were waiting to yourself for them.
- I choose Paco, because again he played with you, Juan.
- it costs, then I ask the "Potato". This was a small and with bushy eyebrows boy, who for hormonal motives of the adolescence, took the face as a paella, and also a nose regordeta that was arising from the same one like a pepper. For all this he had had left this nickname.
Then, it is well, the thing remains like that, the "Potato" and Manolo with me, you go with Juan and Paco. Does it cost?
- it is well, but we are going to put ourselves that they are going to give us the grapes.
We distribute ourselves, on both sides of the table football, I took charge of the doorman, prepared not to allow me to strain not one.
Antonio, extracted a shining five-peseta coin of its pocket, with determined gesture, introduced it in the groove and pulled the knob that was driving the stamp of the balls, and this, obedient, they fell down resounding in the loophole.
It closed another hand, I look at Juan who was waiting for him with his for the back, and he asked.
- Pairs or odd numbers?
- you give birth.
- one, two, three. The hands arose, swift like guns of behind the back. The fingers were counted and Juan won.
This one took the ball carefully, looking at its rough surface as if it was going to reveal the secret to win. It placed it carefully between two players' lines closer to theirs skylight is and concentrating it threw a direct trallazo to my door. Paco, like defense, did not let through the shell returning it to him with a doll draft up to the same goal, where “Potato“ scarcely had time to see where the shot was coming to him and they slipped in it.
Row, on the part of Manolo, and extracted rapid of Antonio, that one spent it to Manolo backwards in a move of theirs, which if it was going out for him well, as this way it happened, were straining them to you without seeing, because you do not wait to yourself for it.
This time the row fell down to me, for my absent-mindedness. During a time we were in this plan, once it was they who were putting, and the following one we, until finally, in the last ball, we were equalled to a point who was putting now, it was gaining the game.
It was having us to extract us, Juan, it was prepared carefully, placing the ball in front of its players' line, spat in the bar and moved to give more ease. He smiled and with a strong blow I throw the ball against the goal.
Antonio, the shot cut him putting its player ahead, and ordering crusade to another side. It bounced against the corner and Paco returned it to himself, but it cut it again. This time, it amused itself spending it up and down of its players, centring the shot, while I was moving my doorman also.
Then, with a sudden clapping, it made to turn its bar like a small mill, throwing a gunshot against my doorman.
The blow was so tremendous, that the head of the poor doorman, went out shot off, breaking the glasses and above, the "Owl", doing honor to its name, one accounted for the breakage and us done to all to the street.
Whole, that we could not break the deadlock and above my mother gave me a row of those who do epoch.
The week happened, and we stayed again, to throw the tiebreak. But which was our surprise, when, on having entered the "recreational ones" instead of our old table football, we meet a machine of “Martians kill” that also it was more expensive, five five-peseta coins the game and it could only play one every time.
I asked the "Owl", which had happened, and he answered me, that the table football was already very old, and it had changed it into this new machine.
We leave the recreational ones with a sensation of having lost something important, a little that would not be already equal again. For many lights and musiquíllas that it had, the new machine might never replace those Sundays parties in the evening, with the friends, while we were imagining to be Madrid or the Barsa, or the Real Valladolid, although the players, already old and taken the paint off, often it was not differing well that team they were representing. That more was giving, there were our teams and that no machine could replace it.
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