I remained bound for a couple of events, so here's to pay the guild ....
In both cases the main "culprit" What happened was a our friend from the Czech Republic, and it is hereby once more and thank you. First, it is talk How was the race for the Formula 1 Grand Prix, somewhere in September.
race between two nocturnal shadows, but it sounded too good to be missed. Four-person teams composed of the Czech Republic, Macedonia, USA and myself have set sail for the Fuji Speedway where the spectacle held. We arrived at the very beginning because of some birth pains from penetrating to the highway in the right direction (now I know why here just St. and use the navigation when driving). The race started, we got to their seats to learn that Toyota honor the appropriate package (wind jackets, mat ass, even a pr omotiv nog material a) so that the whole debate was a red ...
by editing the wisdom of such an event and close to trails (10 red stands at the finish line, passing cars at full throttle 20 meters from me), I took the ear plugs do not ogluvim. Proved to be a step and a half. During the first ten laps I like a minimal, I want to feel how it sounds, I hear the engines, but it hurts ...
For the first time in the life of me the noise of pain. A working at the airport on I g Odin, not that I had the opportunity to be close to the noisy makina (eg Russian-made transport planes to take off pretovarenih). But this is something else, so that ups the car uji, ears and hurt about one second. It is not pleasant, after these ten laps I uštekao earplugs in your ears in the best manner of colonel in the "Alo alo" when Rene women sang. Well, then created uživancija rights, they go, I little gl Edam, a small photo, but still loud enough to hear .... My first race live, I now had the opportunity to go on one. The damage just as Hamilton had the bad luck at the beginning so that the me angry n Aviation McLaren re zultatski become a bit boring, all but a victory or a battle to win defeat! Too bad ....
Return was hard but with a smile despite the fatigue and sleepiness. Crowd on Sunday afternoon at the busiest direction of tritesetpetomilionskom Osinjak Tokyo is indescribable. Luckily, the Japanese are such gentle and peaceful as they are, we would be in such a crowd has long worked čakija, Sikirica arrears with reven or at least that grljak of bottles, and the accident would have been millions. We have seen one and that was with can break turn signal, or here if all drive fast and do not really respect all traffic regulations (red light, what is it? Ah, yes, This means the clutch, back in third and full of gas!), limb esa almost gone, all very good care of yourself and others ...
second event, no less interesting, was to go the finale of St. jetskog Cup football Manchester United against Kite (?!). This time in even greater style, is probably best to just go his life, God forbid that I experienced more of these. We had intended from the Czech amba Sador, which actually means a great place + food in unlimited quantities + alcohol in the same ...
I'm a little late
, the game has already begun, a huge stadium, but I missing something, but I can not figure out what. Under this impression climb em through the VIP lounge, leave your jacket in butler James, mlacnem a quick champagne "Mary Cetinić" (in passing) with his housekeeper and hostess who leads us to our ports of exit the stand my son and ... now .....
Some 70,000 people in the stadium and the atmosphere as ub učnijoj bookstore, it is clear at one point heard that the reserve judge "released a dove" on what it is Sir Alex no Nobility cursed (citiraću: "... drinceru village, go under the window and my mother farts ..."). Of course this is a judge of lying, but not far from it. So, stagnation. Japanese and usually paid fatty tickets to watch the match and although almost the entire stadium cheering for Manchester and the red is like a cancer, they do not fall to me to use his mouth for something other than hot-glockanja agreements and similar arterioskler Oz. looked under your chair , yet frantic Toyota left the package, this time that some Waterproof cover, disposable heaters ass and social gi for the pocket, program for the event .... pretjeraše, but still I am a high-ranking diplomat (for comparison, the Ambassador of the State Former Yugoslavia was not because they got tickets the semi-finals and the like, who they blame when it all fly drive Audi and Mercedes, Toyota paid here).
But back to the game .... bored brother, just a question of what is waiting for Manchester, which does not give goals. As if somehow of waiting for it to just happen without the no effort. Those from the kite (?) Is scared, but difficult, and shows that are not kupli Champion of South America to Grmečkoj corridors, but all except one guy with the number 21 have been blinded by the lost glory of the stars and stars in the red shirt. And the stars ....
The little kurčevni Cristiano Ronaldo ... uhhhh, what annoys me .... t about is, annoyed me j ed ok I did not see Live matter should so when kurčevit be the way to spin the ball. I would be worse to me at least his left leg. The guy is magic, Kitas (?) He did not dare come to his feet, and which would, in all finals finals and the whole world is watching, and little boy of twenty years and make a fool while blink. By krašću one of our great artists Miodrag Andric and say that when run immediately took to the field he called the opposing wings and guards, and immediately given by the of tasks (as in that time has become popular to run away on the wings guards and vice versa): the wings to stand next to the line out, retrieved the ball and collect the flowers which he, of course, the crowd pours, and the guards said "listen here .. guards, silent 'accidentally devil d and take you away to go out at me because I will so that you predriblam you to nibble on the bark of the match from the goal ".... E, these have not listened to, who they now blame ....
boy is fast as thought, idler only awaits any sign dekoncentrcije to take you on a trick, waiting to spread your legs, that you pushed the ball through them, a real ass. Who knows, if you serve your legs and not being hurt is, dare part I would think that by the end of his career (and the rest of it is over ten years) become the biggest plane in history, Maradona, Pele, Garrincha, Pregragu Spasic and others.
What about the others, all good, Rooney excellent, however I have no comment, Van Der Sar did not proljepšao, and for others what I had words, but will skip. The aforementioned "dvajskec" in the uniform of Kita (?) Was even better to finish, had a couple of really good solo penetration but not be he himself, although at the end of the match and opened the rest of the team. Too late .... At half-time we go to the suite of ožderavanje, and we miss the most interesting part of utakm ice, Vidićev red card! What you'll either be glad but a papica freshly prepared for anyway zadrigli diplomatic corps, who could resist her. Mainly, we return to the stands, I sharpened to paint Nemanja that way, since in the first half played at diagonally opposite side of the court, and it does not. I do not know why. It was only after twenty minutes I see his name on the main scoreboard and in addition the words "red card", now it was clear, what's hot blood.
By the end of the Rooney umuljao one's goal after which the game has finally become zanimljva because Kitajci (?) On several occasions tried to equalize, but all in all, a football point of view, thin tekma. That the Latinos were less in spasm from the beginning, it would be better and the audience, and they may be given as a goal, like, I can only weep for the missed chances.
In addition to diplomatic lodge could be seen in an interesting face, Sep Bla ter, Platini, at the end of the race they are awarded prizes, and I needed to record video-clip deployment of Japanese photographers before the award of medals and cups . Japanese photographers have organized a sort of a prvačića, two by two in order to a small podium across from the one for the award trophy.
What would the late Lemon said, the ball is round ...
Life in Tokyo, Japan! 
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