E porque o meu Benfica foi campeão, vou utilizar este espaço para fazer um post sobre comportamentos masculinos aquando de futebol.
Quero ressalvar que sou uma Benfiquista feliz pela conquista do meu clube, mas tenho muito fair play, ou não fosse a minha metade da laranja um Portista incorrigível, que devo ressalvar me ofereceu no fim da época passada o cachecol de campeões 2014/2015 do Benfica.
Ah, quero ainda ressalvar que numa das únicas vezes que quis ser desagradável em relação ao FCP, acabei com uma indigestão. Por isso, vou manter-me longe de comentários desagradáveis, porque uma indigestão é horrível de curar…
Então futebol. Eu baseio este estudo, nos homens que me são mais próximos, o meu pai e o meu namorado. Se bem que o meu pai não vê jogos do Benfica, de contrário acabava a ter um ataque. Sei porem que todos os estudos têm um blind side, logo muitos homem não se vão enquadrar no que vou dizer… A esses, eu dou o meu bem haja, a mulher que te levar vai poder ver todas as novelas e reality shows e com certeza será bem mais informada que eu…
Quando se é adepto de futebol existe todo um ritual a ser feito.
And because Benfica was champion, I’ll use this space to make a post about male behavior at soccer.
I want to say that I am a happy Benfiquista the conquest of my team, but I have a lot of fair play, my better half is a fanatic of Porto, I must reveal that he offered me, at the end of last soccer season, the Benfica champion’s scarf 2014/2015.
Oh, I also want to say that one of the only times I wanted to be nasty with FCP, I ended up with indigestion. So it will keep me away from nasty comments because indigestion is horrible to heal …
So soccer. I based this study, in men who are closest to me, my father and my boyfriend. Although my father does not see Benfica games, otherwise ended up having an heart attack. I know however that all studies have a blind side, so many man will not fit in what I say … To these, I take off my hat, the woman that keep’s you, will be able to see all soap operas and reality shows and certainly will be much more informed than me …
It starts with choosing the best place before the game starts, preferably before or after dinner, never during. During you might eat tortilla chips or toasted sandwich and drinking beer or chocolate milk.
When the game starts there is nothing else in the world. You can try to talk to the adept. Incidentally, at this time you, the other person present, discover that living in a lonely world is what’s happening. Where the only answer is the echo of your own speech …
Then comes the break, during those 15 minutes, they go pee (they won’t interrupt the second part, just because the bladder is suffering), they pay some attention to the other person. They even refill drinks and snacks. But more importantly, they can see how other games are, and at least 5 minutes to start the second part, already have to be repositioned.
The second part starts, the process is repeated. Suddendly you look at television and think, I’m 10 minutes from the end of the deaf world, and return to your world of solitary activities.
Just 90 minutes, and finally the world will return to the natural course. WRONG !! The judge gives time outs. 5 more minutes of waiting. You return to you activities, while he continue glued to the match. You, a person that understands the basics of football, you are praying that there are no such things as extra time or penalties. In a not cruel world, the game is over there, at 95. The End. Life will return to its alignment, you can talk about important things. Anyway, back to belong to a world with life and color. Only it did not. The world is cruel. The game is extended, and the fan gains power to go back to see it all. Bollocks, more time.
Finally it came to an end IUPPI, I still have time to see that episode I love !!! Only it did not. Because the TV channels, decide to transmit all kinds of comments to the game and even sum up to the game. Now what will the fan do?! Precisely, will drink it all until you reach exhaustion. I even steal remote, and inadvertently change the channel. The reaction is expected, just change the channel at a crucial moment that eavesdropper. Yes, because those people are not talking to the fan, they are talking among them.
Suddendly the debate ends and I’ll finally be able to watch TV, you change channel and tcharam, another soccer debate. What the hell, but this will be the only thing to see?!? Apparently yes, after a game and two debates, it is now more than time to go to sleep …
How does it feel to you? I do not know what are your feellings, mine are that I’m glad I brought a good book for this because the company was lost when the players entered the field.
Just to say, thank God games are one or two in a week. At least in Portugal!
And because this is a blog stories and food, nothing better than a liar pizza to eat during a football game. Probably they will not want dinner, because it has the appearance of a snack but stuff like a beautiful meal!
- Pão de forma;
- 1 copo de leite;
- Molho de tomate;
- Queijo fatiado;
- Queijo ralado;
- O que mais gostares de colocar numa pizza;
Como vais fazer?
- Começa por aquecer o forno a 200º;
- Pega num tabuleiro e unta-o com manteiga, ou azeite, ou óleo;
- Cobre o fundo do tabuleiro com fatias de pão de forma, e molha com uma colher de leite cada fatia. A colher é das pequenas do tipo chá;
- Cobre todo o pão com queijo fatiado e repete o processo do pão, fatia e colher de leite;
- Depois faz como se fosse uma pizza normal, molho de tomate, ingredientes da pizza e por fim, queijo ralado.
- Leva ao forno por 40 minutos, com o lume mais baixo;
- Retira e serve, a base deve estar fofinha como as bases de pizza dos restaurantes de comida rápida.