By Andres Quinces
cuffs all the fans of River are closed tight with anger, hermetically sealed. We fear that we danced around the teeth shows only an arm's length. Beyond we see hordes of journalists eagerly lick, have come to com ERSE 
the fallen giant. That is so great that it can satisfy the hunger sick of them all. Olympus
's victory, and now furious because the date has not yet ended, we were put in an awkward position, just forgettable this week in which, apparently, nothing could go worse. And enemies Millionaire so sly smile. Us, far from giving up, continuing with his fists clenched.
The situation does not stand much analysis, it does not matter who are the holders, the underlying premise seems to us useless tactic. River has to win. Give a damn as I do.
This afternoon we will face San Lorenzo, an enigmatic rival, so irregular that it can be a disaster or a dream team. Never mind, it could touch us Alumni or Manchester United, the opponent is blurred because River has to win. Do not beat San Lorenzo, the crow is a minor player in this film, River must win, plain and simple to take these three points charged oxygen. We must support
the team, to strive for not showing our nerves, our disappointment, we must sacrifice to avoid spreading the desperation the team. Today we have to endure the unpleasant feeling that we won the body. Just squeeze the handles and encourage Millionaire.
None of us wants to be in this position, but do not fall into the trap of thinking that our players do. Do not blame a situation that encompasses years of bad planning. I particularly
consuming anger and uncertainty, nerves me crazy. This note is writing "to the 4:00 to 1:00 fan who does not give more, he wants to be and six to be in the Monumental, who wonders how to give the game this afternoon, which would hand a victory. That hand is now a fist, a tightly closed, because within that fist, I and all River fans keep the illusion of leading a victory that route to save us all. A re-occupy the place that belongs to us. We
River!
the fallen giant. That is so great that it can satisfy the hunger sick of them all. Olympus 's victory, and now furious because the date has not yet ended, we were put in an awkward position, just forgettable this week in which, apparently, nothing could go worse. And enemies Millionaire so sly smile. Us, far from giving up, continuing with his fists clenched.
The situation does not stand much analysis, it does not matter who are the holders, the underlying premise seems to us useless tactic. River has to win. Give a damn as I do.
This afternoon we will face San Lorenzo, an enigmatic rival, so irregular that it can be a disaster or a dream team. Never mind, it could touch us Alumni or Manchester United, the opponent is blurred because River has to win. Do not beat San Lorenzo, the crow is a minor player in this film, River must win, plain and simple to take these three points charged oxygen. We must support
the team, to strive for not showing our nerves, our disappointment, we must sacrifice to avoid spreading the desperation the team. Today we have to endure the unpleasant feeling that we won the body. Just squeeze the handles and encourage Millionaire.
None of us wants to be in this position, but do not fall into the trap of thinking that our players do. Do not blame a situation that encompasses years of bad planning. I particularly
consuming anger and uncertainty, nerves me crazy. This note is writing "to the 4:00 to 1:00 fan who does not give more, he wants to be and six to be in the Monumental, who wonders how to give the game this afternoon, which would hand a victory. That hand is now a fist, a tightly closed, because within that fist, I and all River fans keep the illusion of leading a victory that route to save us all. A re-occupy the place that belongs to us. We
River!
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