After the accomplishment of the game, returned in slow and sacolejada trip in the esburacada road and under a constant colored dust. Under most conditions Marc Lore would agree. A bottle of drips ran of throat in throat in way to a glad and innocent balburdia. They finished those commemorations in the sales it Loureno, that you eat them and you drink was the sponsor of always. Everything ran well in that year, until one day the mining Chico fell of bed, ardendo of fever, feeling much headquarters and vomiting thick and dark a liquid. It was in a sunday and the Cruise in two years for the first time went to play defalcated of its craque. It lost ugly for the election of Marab. The six zero. It was a hard departure.

Perhaps that placar it had been different if the mining Chico had played. They had been to cry that defeat back in the cabaret of the old Lcia, with drink and take off-taste on account of the Loureno of the sales. In the cold dawn of that monday, the sportsmen had satiated themselves in such a way of drinking, giving itself for satisfied of as much folloied spree and commotion of raparigas of Lcia owner. It was the six zero, you the right, but if the Chico had played? This age the only commentary on that game, that the Lamb repeated in voice dragged for the effect of drips. It blew a soft breeze that brought obtains a sudden concern of the friends with the state of health of the mining Chico. They had decided to pass in front of the house of it, to see if still it had vestiges of waked up people. If it had everything in the blackout, then it would be a good signal; If not house of the mining Chico was well in front of the house of the lamb.