The first month of the 2010 is done! 1/12 of the year gone. These are my pictures of the month:
This was the little place where some fish USED TO live... In the pictures we can see that this little space has been selected as one of the places to throw radioactive garbage.
These are my sister inside the car and one of my brothers outside the car... pretty cool, isn´t it?
This is my stomach ingesting chocolate few ours before throwing everything out. F*~$%ing chocolate...
And finally, this is Anoeta when snowing... I've never seen such a thing in there. My feet were freezing (because a really bad decision when choosing the shoes). Even with such a bad weather, we played and WON of course: 4-1.
If you want to watch the song with lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CtQbBuIBHg This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles This one goes out to the ones in need This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical This ain't about no apology
This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry This road was paved by the winds of change Walking beside the guilty and the innocent How will you raise your hand when they call your name?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow Come on and get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and sinners bleed We weren't born to follow You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
This one's about anyone who does it differently This one's about the one who cusses and spits This ain't about our livin' in a fantasy This ain't about givin' up or givin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow Come on and get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and sinners bleed We weren't born to follow You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
We weren't born to follow Come on and get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and sinners bleed We weren't born to follow You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
We weren't born to follow, oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah) We weren't born to follow, oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
Me gustaría darle un toque de atención a Claudio Bravo. Está bien que el chaval controle los pies y sepa jugar el balón. Pero siempre hay que jugar con el 100% de segudidad cuando eres el último hombre. Y luego, una vez te han quitado el balón, no cometas penalti, y menos en el minuto nueve. Con esa acción que ha durado 3 segundos... se nos ha ido ya el partido.
También un toque de atención a Bueno. Que el jugador va de que es muy "Bueno" y resulta que falla penaltis y pases fáciles. Una cosa es que un portero te pare un penalti, le puede pasar a cualquiera, pero que lo falles... Está claro que Carlos es capaz de marcar goles, no digo que no; pero no le veo elaborando jugadas y haciendo pases en profundidad. Pero bueno, el chaval pone muchas ganas y eso se agradece.
A Lasarte también. ¿Cómo es posible que haya quitado a Nsue tras la expulsión de Bravo? Hemos perdido la banda, Aranburu que iba por el centro ha desaparecido y el partido se nos ha ido al garete (por si seguía vivo). Parece un gran entrenador en cuanto a psicología y filosofía general de juego; pero me parece, y es mi opinión, que con los cambios no es un genio.
A mí otro toque, sobretodo. Siempre intento grabar un gol con la cámara. Suelo grabar faltas, corners y demás por si cae un gol; y nunca entra. Esta vez, tenía la oportunidad perfecta, un penalti. Pues va el crack de Carlos, y lo tira fuera. Esta es una lección que he aprendido, ya no voy a volver a intentar grabar un gol... me rindo. Parece que tuviera influencia sobre los jugadores (una vez decidí no grabar un corner y fue gol).
A la afición el último toque porque es el toque más suave. Nos creemos que estamos ya en Primera y tardes como esta nos han demostrado que nos lo tenemos que tomar con un poco de calma. Sin Xabi Prieto no hemos sabido atacar; veremos cuándo vuelve y cómo está el equipo en la clasificación para cuando vuelva. Aún así, no es sólo Xabi la clave para subir. Ojala ganemos todos los partidos que nos quedan sin él. A ver si hay suerte, hará falta.
Como siempre, habrá gente que opine como yo y quien no lo haga. Esto es una opinión que tal vez incluso yo cambie en un futuro no muy lejano; pero ahora mismo con los ánimos que traigo de Anoeta...
Por lo menos estamos justos en la media inglesa: 21 partidos, 42 puntos. Así se sube de calle, ojala!
In a zoo in California , a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately,due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.
The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve.
After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only 'orphans' that could be found quickly, were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become cubs or pork chops?
Take a look...
Why can't the rest of the world get along?
"Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love."
