guess some of you, like me, you remember when we played on Saturday of the football pools coupon ...
Ah, good times ... Saturday morning my father took me to the bar with him and made me fill the pen with the black dots all those ... "Colors of the black circle, fill it well ..." and in my ignorance of football, filled out the coupon on the basis of artistic talent ... blacks were more like the dots on that thin piece of paper made out of red ...
And then on Sunday we spent the afternoon with a radio ear, along with wives or girlfriends with long faces while they were trying to explain why that cute dress seen on Saturday afternoon in the center, you follow the voice of beating you Ciotti explained the action of the moment ... And when you met a few men "nerd" who did not have radio, came up with an air of indifference (not to turn the ire of his partner) and asked you ... "Excuse me, what does the Parma ...?" (Rather than Inter, Juventus, AC Milan, Lazio, Roma, Cagliari, the Catmandù ... )
And Sunday night my father straight in front of the TV ... to check the ticket ... appallotollata that was invariably with a smile ... "Nani, we had 5 ..."
But now ... 'S 'THE SIX the superbowl ... 
whole matter of sheer luck, to catch those damned six numbers at random, going to fish in birth dates, license plate of the machine on which you made love for the first time, the number of details of the kind that you just can not spinning, or the amount of the last spending spree that has veins cut you ...
But what good is ... at least with pools in the evening you could take with the goalkeeper or the referee that we had to do 11 (because he also won with 12) ...
are honest, now I never watch the Sunday night sports programs, and then, perhaps, the pools still exists, and there are still people who play the coupon ... But I do not think there is more enthusiasm than once ... When I was a little girl / girl, one would arrive in town with the new car and all they said ... "You have made 13 the pools?" ... now chasing a 6 ... To put the
Cesaroni ...
That bitterness ...
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