Personally, never in my stupidest dreams would i [voluntarily] not follow a World ⚽ Cup, peas 👇🏼
Cerrado por fútbol, literally.
The Temples of Syrinx para los que quieren y aman el fútbol.
BTW, that has got to be the creepiest trophy 🏆 in world events history, it resembles greed reaching out from the underworld for 1000 years of peas.
Issy-the-Stones would knot understand, pa’LOMA… ¿Qué van a saber, —de ROMA.
Sin embargo 👆🏼 Joan Manuel Serrat never ceases to amaze me, especially when he sings la más vernácula de « las rancheras », de Julio Iglesias.
Bienaventurados los TECOS del Mediterraneo because they will inherit los más de-voted from “La Luz del Mundo” de Naasón Merarí Joaquín García, a-Men.
… para la libertad 🎶
You are probably wondering what in the Wide World of Sports, Julio Iglesias has to do with Donald Trump receiving the ‘first-ever awarded’ FIFA Peace Price, it’s elemental… mi querido FRANCO. Ele-mental.
It’s about a football match…
https ://www.bbc.com /mundo /2015/04/15 /deportes_eduardo_galeano_futbol_pasion
And this is where tarreS comes in, because Serrat knows fútbol ; legend has it that Serrat once had to wait an entire 2do Tiempo [complete with tiempos extra y penales] in Eduardo Galeano’s zaguán until the match came to an end. So yes, blame it on the last of the supermoons for 2025, but if Serrat lands in Guadalajara it-would-be kind of usless and asinine to preach to the choir at the UdG, heck if the NEWS of THE THEY are going to dish out a “soccer” plate then you can bet your “CANTARES” that Öüï’s going to take Galeano to see “una linda jugadita…” on that there YUNQUE at the UAdG « for the love of God! », at Galeano’s request.
Just the facts, ma’am. In 1936 that Spanish Republic would disappear and Berlin’s 3rd Reich would have her sports “Quinceañera”.