Parche No Cd Rom Age Of Empires 2 2.0a

: HELLO CAPTAIN!

MY MEMORY OF OUR CAPTAIN: Giorgio Ferrini (Oskar)
November 8

I remember almost all of those days. It was the fall of 1973. I was a kid, even more than now. I was passionate about football and spent all his free time from school, the "green" via Bristol to make lots and lots with other children or in front of the garage where my dad worked to kick against the wall. Just before the workshop a very nice gentleman with a briefcase under his arm and looked assured, I took the ball inside the shop and shouted to my dad, "Franco, fieul to the balun to always tai pe (I apologize because I do not know how to write, it means that I always had the ball in his feet ..)", asked me how old I was when I told him 8 and he turned again to my dad saying "send it to me to make a specimen. "That man was the one who was reading the numbers on the counter Enel but also one of the coaches of the youth of the Bull, Mr. Rivard. My father developed the theme and asked me if" I wanted to play in Taurus ", imagine if .. I wanted to field the following Tuesday we were in Piazza Lancia Robilant, my category was coached by Mr. mark, when he introduced me by Riva said, "is called Giammarinaro .." "Ah, Tony, but the parent is? "asked Mark says Antonio Giammarinaro of youth midfielder grenade used after the Superga tragedy" No, "said Rivard and Trademark smiled," Well, it might be his distant uncle .. "after the match, Mr. Brand called my name "Giammarinaro .. see you Friday and let me talk to your father." I had taken. At that talent is yet to be discovered, what matters is to have a certain mastery of the ball and a little 'personality and I had to sell. Thanks to my "touch" the ball and especially to my name, I soon became the captain of the chicks of Taurus. Mr. Established brands around that I was the grandson of "that" My father nodded and Giammarinaro amused.
We did two or three workouts per week and often a game on Saturday and spring tournaments. We were too small to make the championship. We were training two times a week still to launches and could also be to Philadelphia. Exercising the line was the most awaited moment for all us chicks. In the "temple" (but then I was too young to assume this) used to train the youth categories, the larger the "Beretta", the "spring" and especially the first team!. There were the fans, beautiful cars in the yard that were crunching the gravel every time they entered into. The locker rooms were in the field "main" and go to the camp of "giovani2 had to cross all the big rooms and the courtyard. The sound of cleats was a constant and the" cross "with the players of the various categories were continuous. Even with samples of the first team. My neighbor, Max, then nearly thirty, I was always with pleasure, both at the stadium in the marathon with him, to training, especially if you were at Fila.
I had my shirt training Fabra, stock exchange and a refund of 3500 pounds per month delivered directly to us old Mr. Borgis to the field in the presence of our fathers (mothers hardly ever there were none, I only remember Mrs. Daidola).
honestly do not remember all of my "comrades" in team, but so many: the goalkeeper was Morra, blond and ultracorazzato gloves and knee pads, the free Ripoli was old, tall and determined, the left-back was Fossati, just Natalino's grandson, then I remember the right wing Garra, my fellow midfielder (he right and I left) Anzil, the class (for age) Bicio Daidola and then anyone else. In the months and years that followed, came as champions Bertoglio, Edwards, Albasini, Frara, falcon or the incredible Coppola and Comi. But in my period of "led" the team was that aforementioned chicks. In Philadelphia, we often trained Mr. Naretto, in addition to the fundamental explained to us a bit 'of tactics, the famous "braid" that it seemed difficult to do. Older children were coached by Mr. Rivard Naretto well as, amongst them were Tosoni Colapietro and shining Cravero and soon became an "idol" of the young grenade.
The most awaited and sought after when we were in Row was to meet first team players. When he trained the '62, there was always that Sattolo observe the evolution of the child. But it happened regularly that other "owners" would stop watching the network's "pitch". For us, the players were the real adults, the "gentlemen". For the players it's always "you", but if you meet them in person and have 8 years things change. Supporters expect the coach Giagnoni talking to everyone. The affection showered Pulici, arrived on foot and there was the "train" behind him on arrival and "departure". With the Panini stickers, I could recognize all the gentlemen players (then the TV did not broadcast all football as I am now I started as a ball boy and do grown-ups). Maximum advantage of my presence in your hand to chat with different players. His favorites were Agroppi is rampant, because they were always comments about the game on Sunday very happy.
Of all the players, however, the most revered and respected, one who actually gave more intimidating was the "captain", Giorgio Ferrini. I was a gagnetto vedermelo and pass by tall, blond and always focused gaze gave me a sense of awe at the same time infinite and safety. For us, the captain Ferrini was the captain of the Toro, and then all of the bull all the teams, including youth. When I asked my dad years before the utility Captain he said, "is one that can talk to the referee and straightening those who make the smart and run the other team mates when they undertake" "But he can beat opponents?" I said, 'No, should not be seen by the referee "" And how? " My dad could not find the right words and simplified "How does our captain Ferrini, trouble not to engage or make smart players with the Taurus, we think of him!". I imagined Ferrini like to see him in person. Huge, strong and proud, confident smile that never defended that all players of the Taurus. When I became captain of the chicks I told sig.Marchiò "Sig.Marchiò but I should do as Ferrini?" "As Ferrini there is no" I replied with an almost hopeless. I told my dad and he told me that I was a child and that the chicks did not need a "leader" as it was Ferrini, but only a little child a 'wake up and with a little' more than dialectic (simplifies the words to tell my father the term "dialectic" is not used, of course ..). At least three times I walked past and said "Good morning, Mr. Ferrini" he once told me "Good morning" and the other by moving his head.
chanced that in the spring of 1974, making monkey with a bottle, I fell and I cut the tendon of the right leg. It was terrible. He was operated and all this just when I was Torino on loan to give my first soccer shoes, tailored to the shoemaker's "Golden Slippers." I was crying so much and still wanted the shoes. My dad phoned Mr. Marks and asked if he could withdraw the same, he said to go to the Row (and not the launch), where there was a sig: Borgis who had ready in magazzino.Era a Thursday, my father kept me lifted me not to touch gravel. We went to Borgis who gave me my beautiful new shoes. And I could not try them, I had the leg with the knee-high cardboard! As we were about to leave the Row, we meet him, the captain Ferrini. She had a child by the hand too. We looked puzzled and said, "But he hurt playing?" "No, it was cut to make the" follower "(stupid) with a bottle" "Do not play with glasses, we players have to be careful in everything you know?" "I said with a gruff do and I thought was really angry. Even I was afraid of being unable to play football, his words frightened me and started to cry .." You know, he is the captain of the chicks .. "he tried to moderation My dad, Ferrini, left the boy's hand (I think it was Amos), I pulled up in high-lift from the hips and said with a smile that I never expected from him: "Hey, little, look at the captains of Taurus do not cry ever! "." landed "with happiness that I burst in, crossed my hand again hair and took her child by the hand and said, watching my father and a wink "Please ..".

I did not realize what had just experienced. Now yes. No more words needed. 30 years after death, I remember our captain, one captain, "life" of our history along with Valentino.

I feel fortunate to have known him in person. Hello Mr. Ferrini.